Chase Moor wrote:
"Jack.. he took away my home.. do you know how that feels? To have you're entire world ripped out from under you in one day? In just an hour?"
Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote:Jack felt her chin waver slightly. In a soft voice she said, "No...but I know someone who does."
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So We Meet Again
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Vito Dee Symons wrote:The grass was dried out and had been drained of its color, as were the leaves of the trees that surrounded the area. It looked as if someone had set fire to the place, and for some reason, the place seemed familiar to Vito as he walked slowly, the burnt grass grumbling beneath his feet. His hair was combed back the way he always styled his hair, and he was dressed in his finest clothing- and it would have seemed completely normal had he not been flickering repeatedly; he seemed calm enough, and therefore, there was no real reason for him to be having trouble keeping himself appearing human. Vito stopped and slipped his hands into his pockets before he began to scan the area for something, or someone. He felt as if something was missing, or as if he had lost something, but he couldn’t quite place what that something was as he stood there with his eyes squinted slightly in order to protect them from the glaring sun overhead.
"It's okay,” a voice Vito knew quite well whispered, but it was far away and very faint. He frowned, where was she? He had heard her voice, but he couldn’t see her. He took a few steps forward, his dark colored eyes still searching for some sort of sign of life. “Not again…” Vito heard his own voice that time, though his voice sounded closer, almost as if a clone of himself were standing right beside him, but when he looked to his right, and then to his left, he saw nothing but endless dead grass and shriveled trees.
The sky was darkening slowly and clouds were rolling in, taking over the sun’s kingdom, which also meant casting a gloomy shadow over the strange place where Vito was seemingly stranded. He sat down In the grass and rested his arms on his legs. What was he waiting for? And what had he been looking for earlier?
“It wont be long until your created again,” someone spoke, though it was a voice Vito couldn’t quite recognize. An expression of confusion passed over his face, and he glanced about to see if anyone was near- and there, sitting to his left, was someone Vito hadn’t seen in decades. “You killed me,” the teenage boy spoke, but his voice was unnaturally low, and it didn’t match his face. Vito scowled, but he said nothing; it was almost as if he couldn’t say anything, as if he had to sit there and listen to what the boy had to say. “There is a young women in Pennsylvania who has been through quite a bit, and because of it, she has grown up hating the world. She attempted suicide twice, and almost murdered her father… she’s got enough hatred inside of her to create a monster,” the teenager stated, and looked off into the distance at all of the dead plants surrounding them.
“It’s okay,” came Jack’s voice again, but that time, there was sorrow behind it- pain even, and when Vito looked up from the grass to see if he could spot the redhead, his heart sped up quickly; there she was, lying in there on the ground with bruises coloring the skin of her arms and her face- but it was the bloodied head that had caught Vito’s attention. “What’s the matter, Vito? Angry your guardian went bye bye?”
Chase Moor wrote:Sitting before her mom on the floor, laughing at a story she was telling her. Babbitty Rabbitty, who turned into a tree, only to be cut down.. even though she was just a rabbit. Chase sat as a little girl, the shock of red hair pulled into two pig tails on the side of her head. Clapping happily at the story.
Chase standing on Platform 9 3/4, staring nervously around at all of the other students. Her mom and dad were talking to some friends from work, and Chase was looking around at all of the animals, the people who seemed to know each other. Chase had already taken her stuff on the train, and was more wandering around then anything. But her parents had to go, they left her early, the train still not even close to moving, leaving her alone on the platform.
Chase sat on the stool in front of the entire school, the old floppy hat was placed on her head. "I see a lot of problems in your life Chase Moor, you have a great role to play in many's lives, and people may either hate or love you. Chase Moor, you would do great in any house at all, but I think the best place for you is HUFFLEPUFF!"
It was raining, and a boy was laughing with her, hand in hand, they were running up to the school, so much mud that they were half slipping down the hill and barely making any ground. They kept laughing though, and by the time they reached the school, they were kissing and the whole world seemed to stop.
The moon was up, and Chase lay on the ground, pain roaring through her body, but no more then it did in her back. Her best friend stood over her, he was laughing and pointing his wand at her. "Crucio!" Pain seared again and Chase was left sobbing on the ground, watching as they attempted to kill her boyfriend. "Sterling!" Chase cried out, and the pain returned.
The rain was falling again, but it was now a slow dance, she was being held by a beautiful man, standing beneath a tree as they stared into each other's eyes. She had thought they would spend the rest of their days together, they weren't dating, but at that point, they might as well have been dating, for as much as they loved each other.
Sitting next to a bed in St. Mungos, and seeing a cold emptiness in her ex boyfriends eyes when she told him that she was with someone else. Knowing she would never be the same again, knowing that life was over, even though she had Jesse, Sterling hated her, and would probably hate her forever. She had cheated on him, while he had been in a coma, and she hadn't even cared.
A battle raged around her, and Chase ran off, hiding from the pain, the death, the struggle. Running out into the grounds, where she ran straight into Nerezza, Jesse, and Sterling. Unable to do anything about it, Sterling was sitting on top of Nerezza, making out with her. Chase could have died right then on the spot. And Jesse never moved, it was like he was in a trance, unable to help her, and Chase watched as one of her best friends was removed so far away from her, all she could do was run.
Sitting on the grounds, a wand pointed at her, as Sterling cried out. "Kiss me!" And Chase, under the Imperius curse. Did, over and over. Tears leaking down both of their faces. "Torture me!" He cried, staring at her. "Cru.. Crucio!" Chase said, unable to do anything at all. "WHY WON"T YOU HATE ME!" Sterling cried out, tears pouring down his face. "It would be so much easier Chase! If you would just hate me! Kill me Chase! Kill me!" He yelled. “NO! I can't!” Chase started to cry, and they both collapsed crying.
Sitting in her room, making out with a Vampire. And Jesse walked in, laughing and smiling, holding up a present and chocolate for her. He froze, and the things in his hand dropped. Chase jumped out of the bed, attempting to straighten her clothes and hair, but Jesse was gone. Chase ran after him, pleaded for him to take her back. And he walked away, leaving her on her knees in the hallway, when she entered the bedroom again, Daniel was gone as well.
Chase sat in her new flat, pleading with Sterling and Daniel. “Please, just get rid of my memory! Tell me the important things! I miss being Chase! I miss being able to smile, I miss my family, and my home, my friends, and just being me! Please, please.. just stop the horrible memories, stop the pain! I can't stand it anymore! Get rid of my memory!” And then the blissfulness of having no idea of her life.
Chase smiled at the girl in front of her. “A vampire really? You are one?” She stared at Sophia, smiling happily at her new found, well old friend. “You know.. I think I remember you!” She cried out. “You're Sophia Lestrange! My best friend ever! I can't believe it! I”m so sorry!” She cried out and hugged her friend.
She stood outside the Three Broomsticks. “Excuse me, do you know why Honeydukes is closed down? Oh, Sorry I'm Chase Moor! Hufflepuff Seventh year!” She said grinning happily at the boy in front of her. The man, Andrew Thompson smiled back. “Some sort of holiday or something..” Chase smiled at him and bowed his way in. “Wanna get a butterbeer with me then?!” She asked grinning at him.
“ANDREW!” Chase screamed, and was hit from behind by the giant bear. She fell forward, deep claw marks in her back. “Andrew!” She cried out, struggling from under the bear, but it knocked her wand out of her hand. She dove for it, and got into a wrestling match with the bear. Kicking him in the privates, before retrieving her wand.
Water lapped around her head. “Look at the fish Andrew!” She cried out, pulling him under the water with her, and pointing at the beautiful fish of Hawaii beneath them, the choral simply full of beautiful fish, but she was pulled to the surface, and her lips found Andrews. And bliss filled her soul. “Andrew..” She whispered. “I'm sorry!” He cried out and moved away from her, but Chase moved to him, and pressed her lips against his as well.
Standing by the Shrieking Shack, having just run as fast as she could away from Andrew. “Chase! I like you, I've liked you since I met you.. Please..” Chase stared at him, and they kissed, a deep kiss, the best kiss Chase had ever had. And she had her current boyfriend. There, who she loved.
On a date with Andrew, coming home, and smiling when he said I love you for the first time. Letting his jacket fall to the ground, as she kissed him. And they both went into the bedroom, as she pushed him against the door, and took off his shirt.
Battling the Loch Ness monster, helping Andrew with the odd little box. Jack standing in the rain, defending the man who was about to kill her.
Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote:She blinked at him, the wand now pointed square between her eyes. "You could, couldn't you?"
They weren't talking about Chase now. What she now meant was that Vito could kill her, Jack, in a heart beat. But here was the question now...
Would he?
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