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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT!(:
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There were claw marks, and bloody hand prints imprinted into Spencer’s back. They seemed to multiply the more Spencer looked at them. She whimpered, and reached forward. “Don’t do that” John said, looking at her. “Where did those come from?” she pulled her knees to her chest. “There’s more on the back than there is on the front” Spencer noted, then turned around to show his worse side to John. Scarlet stopped and stared at him for what seemed like forever. Just like Oliver, Spencer had a muscular build. His arms were big, and his chest was sculpted of tan skin equal to that of his arms and legs. The profile ‘tall, blonde, and tan’ seemed to come to mind when Scarlet watched him. Oliver was paler than Spencer. Spencer’s boxers peeked out form under his jeans, they were blue instead of Oliver’s usual black. Spencer knew she was staring at him, and he stretched his arms out in front of himself; covering up his chest on purpose. Scarlet had seen enough, she’d have the picture embedded into her brain probably for the rest of her life. His abs, his arms, his tan skin. Whereas Oliver was practically the same; built muscular and lean. Agile, and graceful. They were alike in many ways, but were different in so many more. On Spencer’s chest there were a couple more claw marks, and four or five different sets of hand prints. But his back had looked worse. “What can you do about it?” Spencer asked. “I can heal it, but without the proper medicine bruises will be left in their places…is that okay?” John hesistated. “Bruises are better than scars, go for it.” “This is going to hurt,” John warned. “Just a little” Spencer swallowed as John’s hand gripped his shoulders. “I’ll be fine” he winced as John’s grip tightened and the marks on his front side turned into bruises. Scarlet watched as the claw marks stretched from being a bloody red to a blue-purple color. “There…the bruises should be fully healed by sometime next week.” John sat down on the bed next to Scarlet. “Thanks John” Spencer said, slipping his shirt back on timidly and walking out. “Spencer! Wait!” Scarlet jumped off the bed and hurried after him. “Yes?” he pivoted on his heel, and Scarlet smacked into him. “Gahh!” he shouted, pushing her at arms length away from his body. | “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” she apologized, backing away from him.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. What did you want?” he asked in a soft voice, rubbing his chest. “What’s a siren?” she asked. “You’ll be learning about them tomorrow. Anastasia’s going to teach you about the creatures we fight” Spencer stated. “All Anastasia taught me today was that pink neon and blue neon makes you look like walking cotton candy….” Scarletstated. “Then I’ll teach you tomorrow” Spencer gave her a smile. “Would you? Thanks” she returned his smile, and then rushed back into her room. +.+ Spencer walked off down the hall, dragging his feet and running his hands through his golden locks. He pulled up his shirt, looking up at the bruises on his chest in the shape of clawed hands. “Spencer!” Ivana shouted, running up to him with a ruined dress in her hands. He let out a sigh, and looked at his sister. “Yes Ivana?” “My dress is ruined” she wailed. “I’m sure you can buy another one” Spencer stated. “It costs too much money” Ivana said. “Ship it to the cleaners, I’m sure the witches will find some way to save it” Spencer said smartly. “Do we have any boxes left?” “Down in the basement, to the left of the door.” Spencer said, walking off down the hall. “Spencer!” Ivana said again. “Yes?” he turned. “Thank you” she said after a short silence, then she ran off. “Did I just hear that right?” Spencer muttered to himself as he walked on down the hall. Someone came barreling down the hall, knocking him over and shouting, “THEY’RE HERE! THEY’RE HERE! EVIL IS HERE!” |