You have nerve and silver tongue

Got your way since you were young

There’s no moral quality

You’re a serpent in a tree

You were caught and that is fact

Had the chance to leave with tact

But instead you act a fool

Hoping you can still look cool

Every “friend” you think you had

Really thinks you’re pretty sad

You have zero loyalty

How loyal do you think they’ll be?

You’re not as smart as I once thought

Looking back how hard I fought

Just to prove my worth and love

Thought you fit me like a glove

Stood behind you thick and thin

Gave up me so you could win

Had the world when you had me

Now you’ve lost your dignity

There is nothing you can say

That can even hope to sway

My decision set in stone

By what I saw on your cell phone

So keep talking all that shit

What you say does not mean spit

No one is listening to you

They all know it’s nothing new

Won’t be long before they see

You aren’t who you claim to be

When you’ve no one on your side

Where will you run and hide?

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Mist wraps around this ever present heart.

A mist so pure that radiates true love.

Always longing to never be apart,

This I beautifully dream and think of.

You are like the sun that shines so brightly,

That brings warmth to my cold and anxious fears.

You are the moon cascading hope slightly,

With a glow that chases away my tears.

Hold my hand as we dance under the stars.

Twirl and spin me in this enchanted field.

This night air paints love and passionate scars,

On our souls a secret that’s been concealed.

Wait my darling I hear you softly say,

In time this distance will soon fade away.

I danced with the moon

one velvet night

but he left too soon

and hid from sight

So I danced with the sun

we burned during day

but when he’d had his fun

he went on his way

And when I’d danced

with all the stars

who left entranced

and held what’s ours

I danced alone

in the night

the star that shone

all too bright.

☆ ☆ ☆

A figure in a hooded coat reaches for me. He is dark and he blocks out the sun. He grabs me. I do not feel the pain. I am not afraid.

Somewhere, a woman is screaming. Words that fill the air with fear.

Footsteps. A man grabs the hooded figure and throws him. He hits the wall with a crack that echoes everywhere and makes me shiver.

The woman is still screaming. Hands cradle me and rock me back and forth.

The man- my father strokes my hair. “You’re safe now.”

But I am looking at the hooded man lying dead near the wall, and my father’s touch makes me afraid.

As if we are in love with laughing eyes and warm glows

Across the gym floor not caring who knows

Or under the stars in the month of June

The stars spinning crazily in the dark of a new moon

Break into a waltz while walking through Times Square

Have everyone surround us and stare and not care

Exit by the alleyway under windows and fire escapes

Endlessly spinning the city's landscapes

Shall we dance in the mud or the icy spring stream

Shall we dance as one can only dance in a dream

You will be my Fred Astaire and I your Cyd Charisse

Our pictures in an album so many can share us

I will dance to music I play in my room

Across town you will accompany me to the same tune

We will be strangers who meet on the street

And begin dancing to the busker's drumbeat

Unable to be still in the enveloping heat

As if we are in love with laughing eyes and warm glows

Across the gym floor not caring who knows

Or under the stars in the month of June

Somewhere, they will be playing our tune

I remember the first memory of the night who changed everything.

I remember everything started out so well,

My dad came home from work,

I ran after him, hug him tight.

I remember the laughter, the smiles.

And everything that seem so perfect on that moment.

Oh, how i wish i knew what would come next

I remember the confusion, the screaming - shouting.

Tears streaming down my mama face .

I remember in a hazy moment when we packed our things up, call the cab in the middle of the night.

And then there's an open ocean, an open vast of night skies.

I remember the first time i took the plane.

I remember the night i met my grandmother for the in her house.

How i shout happily and hug her, the same way that i did to my day hours before.

Oh how i clearly remember the first memory, the memory of my first nightmare and change my whole life upside down.

And how i remember the first and the last time i saw my dad face .

Oh dear, perhaps it was true,

As you get older three things happen .

The first is your memory goes, and i can't remember the other two

Nothing will ever hurt me more than yesterday. It was perfect. I remember my touch upon your skin, tracing your pefect curves. I laid there beside you praying that this night would not end. Hoping for a miracle. I wish I had gone to sleep.

Because only 6 months ago I ran into you for the first time. Although I felt I had known you for so much longer. I could feel my soul yearn for yours and in that moment I knew we were destined to be eachother's forever.

I approached you slowly as you played the beautiful piano that sat in the middle of my favourite store. That bookstore was my second home and I had never heard the piano sing quite like it did that day. If wasn't made of wood I would have swore I saw it smile.

"I am sorry" I blurted out after you had caught me staring

"Its okay, you can sit if you'd like," you said gesturing at the space on the bench.

I sat down, heart beating faster than ever before. You brought your hands to the keys and I could see your fingers tremble as if this was foreign territory. As if you hadn't just played a masterpiece.

"I am sorry, I seemed to have forgotten what I was about to play" you said giggling shyly and tried again.

The same melody came from that piano in that moment as has been on repeat in my mind ever since. You played Schubert's "Ava Maria." I took you home that night. I couldn't help myself. I could tell you couldn't either both of us brimming with more emotions and passion then could ever be spent in one night.

When I awoke the next morning though, and you were gone. Without a trace or explaination. You must have had a reason though. I can't stand the thought of it having been a one sided love. I swear I felt your soul open up to mine. I swear.

So, I have waited patiently at this piano for 6 months. Hoping for your return. It wasn't yesterday. But it feels like it was and it will continue to, as I remind myself of you every day. Relive the memory and each detail, hoping one will lead me to you.

Chapter 9: AfterMath

Logan

The mission was a great success and the only person that got hurt was Drew and that was because of his own stupidity. My groan as I roll out of my bed. Man! My head feels like it’s about to fall off! I stumble to the door and out into the hallway, still in my sleep pants. I stagger down to the cafeteria to grab a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," I tell the coffee machine as I take my cup back to my room. I yawn and yank open the curtains, letting the sunlight stream in.

"Beautiful day," I hear a voice behind me and whirl around. "Sorry if I scared you." it's Zane.

"Its fine," I put my coffee down and slide back underneath the blankets.

"You should probably get up," he tells me.

"No," I mumble. "I want to sleep in!"

"You're going to be the last one up!" He says. He yanks the blankets off me, grabs my arm and flings me over his shoulder. He's a bigger dude so it's easy for him.

"Hey!" I yell. "Put me down!" I wriggle and kick.

"Nah," he jogs through the hallway, out the back door and onto the patio. He stops on the edge of the pool and drops me into the water. That wakes me up.

"Why'd ya have to do that?" I gasped as I came up.

"To wake you up, duh!" he laughs. "Now you can't get back into bed."

"Watch me!" I jump out of the pool and run back towards the house. I'm faster than Zane so it's easy to beat him. I run down the hall and back into my room. I hid behind the door and wait. It opens and Zane walks through, and I use a force field to pick him up and toss him onto the bed.

"AHHHH!" A scream erupts from him.

"You sound like a girl!" I tease him as I pick him up again and sit him on the floor.

"Whatever," He waves it away. "Training in ten minutes." He shuts the door behind himself and leaves me to get ready.

I slide a T-shirt on and head for the training area. I push the door open and look at Ash and Echo.

"Everyone's going to be sore and tired," I warn them. Members of the team start to trickle in.

"We've got an idea," Echo says.

"That won't make them any sorer than they already are!" Ash attempts to finish his sisters sentence.

"Stop trying to finish my sentence for me! That wasn't even what I was going to say!" She knocks him on the shoulder and he just grins at her.

"Ah come on, sis!" He rubs his shoulder.

"Training Time!" Echo ignores him and walks over to the group. "Today, we are going to be having a mixed training session. Yesterday, we didn't do too hot as a team, so we're going to work on that."

"We're also going to work on our mental strength," Ash adds.

"Ok," I tell them. I look at Camelia. She looks tired and there are dark circles under her eyes. Her eyes flash different colors and her hair keeps flashing from black to white.

[You tired?] I ask her through telepathy.

[Very,] She tells me. Her mental voice is weak. [I did too much changing yesterday.]

[I can tell,] I pat her on the back. [You'll manage.]

"'Ok," Ash yells. We all gather around him and he continues. "We are going to jump right into it. I want you to split into groups of two, preferably with the person you're going to be working with during each mission."

[I'll help you,] I tell Camelia.

[Thanks,] she says with a grateful smile.

[Anytime,] and the training session begins.

Chapter 10: Good or Bad?

Harmony

9 months later

"Hey," I tap Zeke on the shoulder. "Whatcha been up to lately?" I sit down next to him.

"Same as you," He answers. "Nothing but training."

"Yeah, it' getting a little boring and I don't know if I trust them," I tell him. "We've been here for a little over nine months now and they haven't really explained anything to us."

"Yeah," he says.

"Have you been trying to avoid me?" I look at him. I try to read his might but it's almost as if he's put a wall so I can't. "We haven't talked in seven months."

"No," he answers shortly and abruptly.

"Yes," I say. I found a little hole in mental wall and was able to read a little bit. "Why?"

"I haven't been," He persisted.

"Ok, fine," I stand up. "See ya around." I turn around and head back to my room.

How dumb does he think I am? Of course he's been avoiding me, not only would he not look me in the eyes, he wouldn't talk to me either. Whatever, I give up! If he wants to be like that he can.

[I'm sorry,] I hear Zeke's voice in my head. [I've just had a lot on my mind.]

[I forgive you,] I tell him. [What's on your mind?]

[I hate this place,] He tells me. I can feel his mental anger.

[Hate's a strong word,] I tell him.

[Not strong enough,] The mental anger became heavier. [This place and these people have taken me away from everything I ever loved or had, everyone, my mom, my dad, my brother, my baby sister that wasn't even born yet...] He left the sentence hanging.

[I HATE THIS PLACE!] The mental pain erupted in my head.

OW! I thought to myself.

[Sorry,] he apologizes.

[No, it's fine,] I assure him. [Go on.]

[I have to get out of here,] he tells me. [I'm not meant to be a monk, secluded from the world, not knowing anyone but you guys. I'm a people person. I love the city, the noise, the hustle and bustle, and I miss it. I have to get back to it. The silence and peace is driving me crazy!]

[Same,] I say. [Gotta go, Echo needs me.] I cut off the connection.

"What?" I ask Echo.

"We've got a mission," she turns and I follow her.

"What kind?" I ask.

"Don't know," She answered. "But it's going to be hard."

We enter the conference room and sit down.

"Hello," a short man stands from his seat and smiles at us."I have a mission for you and it's going to require you strongest telepathist. "

Instantly, everyone looks at me.

"What?" I want to ask, but I don't.

"Is that you?" the short man looks at me.

"Yes, sir," I answer, hoping and praying to God that I won't be the only person on this mission.

"Good," his smile grows bigger. "Are you the only one?"

"No," I tell him. "Zeke's also very strong." Zeke stares at me.

[What?] I ask him.

[Why'd ya tell him that?] He’s shocked.

[I don't want to go on this mission alone!] I tell him. [And besides, you’ll get out of this place, maybe.]

"Ok, two was more than enough," the short man nodded. "Your mission is simple really. We need you to get some files from a certain base. You'll have a briefing before the mission and if all goes right, a celebration afterwards. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I swallow.

"Yes, sir," Zeke repeats. We look at each other.

[What did I get us into?] I ask

I'm an empty Lwów raspberry lager on a Monday night, one of three on the table, the triplet born last. I'm strong, 8% alc, which is a lot for a beer, but I'm sweet because as much as I love the alcohol I still can't handle the bitterness. I'm never alone; I always follow my triplets, and I'm always follow by a shot or two. I'm Polish, but I was Ukrainian once, and some think I'll be Ukrainian again. Russia and Germany circle me like vultures, but country name doesn't matter anymore. I'm from land fertilized with blood. I grew up fermenting, my cap screwed shut, nothing to be let out. I keep the pain in carbonation. People forgot about Central Europe. I help them remember. I can take them far away, to buildings and cities and people who don't exist anymore. I think that's important. I think it's my purpose. But I can be stupid sometimes. I can make you dance on a wet street until you fall on your ass. I can make you run around a bus stop screaming you're Batman. And I can be sexy, swaying hips and kisses on the neck. I can make you think anything's a good idea with the lights off. Sometimes, I can make you happy, make you hum Beatles songs in the kitchen when you're making pasta. The happy turns sad real fast.

I'm anxious, crying condensation, my pretty labeled shredded off my body. This is what it tells you.

I have been though hell and back. Abusive child hood, drunks for parents, frequent flyer at schools from being passed back and forth, a child of the system, someone who was raped and then sexually assulted in her own house, instead of giving up joining the military and the getting sepearated because of PTSD, and one suicide attempt, but some how some way I am still fighting and refusing to give up. So if any one is going to label me it is a survivor!