#reaper is like her dad and her brother at the same time. Doesn't matter

[buggyrulez]

ugh my lady

Kaia is like. the protector of souls. You die, reaper takes your soul, Kaia is responsible for giving that soul a new body

she's got a special connection to said souls, can communicate with them on a whole nother level

It used to be a really big jellyfish that kept being reborn that was in charge of all the souls, but then there were too many people being born at once, so the jellyfish beached itself in the realm of the gods. Reaper found it, and had to pull out this little glowing egg thing that was inside.

Usually the eggs will form whatever its parent is, which is usually the big Jellyfish

but since Reaper ended up raising her, Kaia ended up mimicking his features instead. She can only mimick what she sees, so she doesn't have it all down perfectly, because he didn't exactly know to teach her about skeleton anatomy, but she was able to improvize. That's why she has ecto replacing her stomach and legs. It's just the hardened jellyfish bits that she was supposed to get. Somewhat malleable, but the rest of her body solidified into bone

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"Master Maricourt. You're late."

Ewan Maricourt straightened his spine and attempted to remain professional. He had been busy preparing for the Pleasantview Academy of Magic's fall term when a surprise visit from the queen had been announced, and all hell had broken loose. Student records and teacher paysheets were crumpled on the floor of his office as Ewan scrambled to find formalware appropriate for the queen.

"I apologize, Your Majesty," he said with a graceful bow. "Preparations are underway for the new school year and there is much to do. Any visit from you, though, is a gift to your humble servants."

"Wow, Dad's really off his game to be kissing the ring this much, even before school starts," Remy worried. "What does the queen want? To borrow Theo for even longer?"

"I hope not," Adam muttered. "I haven't seen him all summer. Between Mom and Her Majesty, there hasn't been a second of time to even see him in person."

"So just break into his dreams like you did last time," Remy suggested, causing Adam's scowl to deepen.

"No, I think that was a one-time kind of thing. Besides, he's not in some magically protected place this time. He's practically down the street at the palace! It's so stupid."

Remy scoffed, unwilling to listen to Adam drone on about his inconvenient, star-crossed love. Soon enough, he'd be jamming his tongue in Theo's mouth and the whole school would have to watch the two of them talk about their many annoying plans for the future.

"Well, absence makes the heart grow fonder," she sighed. "God help us if that's true."

"Master Maricourt. It's good to see you."

Miruna met her fiancée and smiled at her father. It had been too long since she had been to see him. Despite working with little magic users at the Princess Zarah Academy, she didn't have a lot of time to spend with the rest of the Pleasantview coven.

"Your Highness."

Ewan bowed to his daughter, trying to remain professional for the sake of the queen. There was a seriousness about her that he couldn't read. Between her worrying attitude and setting up class schedules, Ewan was about to collapse from stress.

"Let's talk inside," Claudia suggested, as if Ewan had a choice in the matter. "There's coven matters that must be discussed before the start of school."

Princess Victoriana rushed to the door to greet her mother, followed closely by her Uncle Travis. Victoriana was supposed to be on the school grounds helping prepare the school for the new term, but Travis was a surprise.

"Travis! What a pleasant surprise! Mom and Dad let you stay at the school early? That doesn't sound like them."

Claudia hugged her little brother, genuinely surprised but glad to see him. Maybe their parents were off at work. There had to be some reason her overprotective parents let their youngest child out of their sight when school was right around the corner and they would only see him on weekends.

"They're busy with work," Travis confirmed. "There's some portal open somewhere, and some reapers are missing or something. They didn't really explain, but it means that I get to help sort the books in the school library today instead of enduring an afternoon of family board games."

Claudia groaned with sympathy, knowing exactly how tedious family board games were with their parents. They didn't even have any of the good games, just cooperative games where everyone either won or lost together. Every time someone insinuated that her father might be as evil as his biological father, Claudia just imagined family board game night, and the idea seemed impossible.

"Lucky you," she laughed. "Well, I won't keep you. I'm sure you have a stack of books calling your name. Don't forget to call Ollie and me from time to time this term. We may not all live in the same house anymore, but I do miss spending time with my little brothers."

Remy lurked outside the hall where the queen and Remy's father had disappeared into the coven meeting chamber. There was something ominous in the air that she couldn't quite place, and it was driving her crazy.

She had been at the Siew cottage when the queen of Twikkii Island was attacked and had seen violence first hand. Within the past year, she'd witnessed dead bodies strewn in a royal cottage and had watched her father frantically try to keep her twin brother from dying in his arms in the room down the hall. It had been a dangerous year so far, and Remy couldn't seem to shake the sense that more danger followed the queen today. A meeting this unexpected had to be something big.

"How can I help, Your Majesty?" Ewan asked cautiously, taking a seat next to the queen. "Is everything well? I can call the rest of the coven if you wish."

Claudia shook her head, and some tension left Ewan's shoulders. A private meeting without the coven meant that any threat she was here to discuss would be minor.

"No, this involves your role as head of this academy," Claudia explained. "There has been a request to accept a new student this term. That place we agreed to send Theo to study? Well, it seems like they would like us to return the favour."

"An exchange student? I thought that realm was sealed outside of emergencies like Theo's meltdown. The amount of documents I needed to sign just to get his foot in the door was astronomical. What's the catch here?"

"No obvious catch, though I'm sure there is one. There always is. On paper, it's just a request to send a sixteen year old boy for the school year, living in the dorm with a meal plan. Unofficially? I have no idea. I know very little about Jubilant Accosts outside of what the onboarding team told us regarding Theo. They're strict and...religious, that's all I know."

"They descend from a medieval society just as Pleasantview evolved from Old Tredony," Ewan supplied. "The forms I had to sign for Theo were written in the Old Tredony language. I guess they thought we still spoke it for some reason. I had to get a coven elder to even understand what language I was looking at. But as long as they send me a list of whatever is needed, I can add this boy to the register today."

Claudia nodded. Her hands folded in her lap, signaling that she had more to say but was waiting for his full attention.

"I want to have eyes on this boy day and night," she said at last. "I will have one of my royal guards posted at the school to supervise him. Ewan, I need you to protect this school and its students and never let this boy out of your sight. It...it makes me uneasy to accept this student, but it's the best way to know what this strange land may want from us. Why are they reaching out now and why this boy? We sent them Theo when he was a danger to himself and others. Perhaps this boy is in the same situation."

Ewan frowned.

"But it was our demons and our council that even nominated Jubilant Accosts for Theo in the first place. The demonic sovereign enthusiastically supported the idea. It's a place as ancient as Pleasantview and-"

"And just as dangerous," Claudia interrupted irritably. "There are sections of Pleasantview darker than one could ever imagine, and I trust that this place is no different. Maybe they want to develop a relationship between our nations or maybe they're interested in something darker. After the attacks on Maura, I can't take that chance. Every sense in my body is screaming that this is dangerous, but I can't risk a bad relationship with an unknown power. I need you to protect this school and watch this boy."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Ewan replied. He understood the dilemma the queen was in and how dangerous the road may be before them, but this was just another important thing to cram into his already packed schedule. It looked like he'd be sleeping in his office again. "What is the boy's name? Does he have parents or siblings to call ahead of time with the supply list for the semester?"

"His name is Sebastian Wall," Claudia replied. "No parents, no siblings, no home address. All I've received is a name and an age and that he can perform defensive and battle magic with ease. He'd like to study our history and learn healing magic from what I've been told, and I'm more than happy to authorize that. If he wanted access to our battle magic, that would be out of the question."

"Of course. I'll hide some of our more dangerous tomes in the restricted area, just to be safe."

Remy wasn't sure if she felt better having eavesdropped or not. True, the queen wasn't worried about an offensive strike any time soon, but the possibility still lingered. What did this strange nation want, and why only send one teenager? Was it just because Pleasantview had sent one teenager to them? Was he a spy? Was he going to attack Pleasantview like Twikkii Island had been?

Still, a teenage boy was no challenge to Remy. She had every boy in Pleasantview eating out of her hand (aside from her twin, of course), winning this Sebastian over would be easy. She would do her patriotic duty and keep an eye on this newcomer for Her Majesty. There was no way Remy could handle being at ground zero of another attack. This Sebastian was going to fail at whatever he had come here to do.

"Do you ever think that we'll have our portraits hung up at school someday?" Travis asked a very bored looking Victoriana. He'd run into her on his way to the library and he usually didn't mind talking to his niece. She was well educated and reasonable, unlike most of the teenagers who attended his school.

"Well, I definitely will when I inherit the throne one day," Victoriana replied, as if this should be obvious. Clearly, Travis thought of her as a princess and not as a future queen. "I'm sure you will someday too. With your genes, you'll probably be running this place when you're done school."

Travis laughed at the thought.

"No thanks, I'd rather continue my studies over teaching. Have you seen how much stress Master Maricourt is under just getting ready for the year? I'll pass."

"Elowen! Elowen, I need to talk to you! Dad and the queen had a secret meeting that I need to tell you about!"

Remy flagged down her sister frantically, casting a spell for privacy between the two of them as she ran. Elowen curiously stepped into the resulting magic circle, baffled at her sister's urgency.

"Why were you listening to Dad's meeting with the queen?" she asked even though she knew the answer. Remy had to know everything, even if it was a private matter between her father and the monarch of her country. "Wait, is this a curse or something? Am I going to get in trouble for knowing this information?"

Remy waved away her sister's concerns and leaned closer to whisper her message. Elowen almost pulled away out of self-preservation, but then decided that if Remy was going to recklessly put herself in potential danger, Elowen should know what to tell Remy's father when it inevitably blew up in her face.

"There's going to be a student from wherever they sent Theo," Remy whispered, despite the privacy spell she'd cast. "The queen is worried that he's somehow broken like Theo was or some kind of spy. You have to help me watch him when he comes. It's our duty to the queen."

"Wouldn't our duty to the queen be to stay out of her conversations?" Elowen asked warily. "She knows better than we do when it comes to this situation. I'm sure she has a plan."

"But we could stop another attack!" Remy hissed.

"You don't know if this student is going to be dangerous!" Elowen insisted. "How would he have anything to do with what happened in Twikkii Island? He's coming to study here."

"Fine. If you're not going to help me, just keep an eye on him. I'll do the rest."

"Adam! I'm surprised you're not hounding me about Theo. He's lived down the hall from me all summer, and he says that you've barely been talking to him. He does have a cell phone, you know. His dads call him every day since my mom basically kidnapped him."

Victoriana smiled at Adam, only earning a weak smile in return.

"He's sworn an oath to Pleasantview by studying here. Your mother has the right to keep him for extended personal studies. I...I just don't want to interrupt him. He's got to be pretty busy. Plus, I'll see him at school in a while anyway. I've been busy in Crystal Cove learning how to double the size of the crystals I grow. I'll have a new one to give him by the time school starts."

"I guess. Well, text him that," Victoriana replied, looking at Adam strangely. "Not everything has to be a surprise, you know. Don't tell him I told you this, but he's been worried about you. You don't seem...excited to see him again, which has to be impossible. You two are crazy about each other. You broke into his dreams to talk to him again."

Adam smiled another weary smile that didn't seem genuine, raising the princess' suspicions.

"A lot has happened since we've seen each other really," he said cautiously. "He's been gone for so long and I've changed so much since then. I'm sure he has too, especially with all that he's learned. It's okay when we talk on the phone or text, but seeing him again in person? Holding hands again and kissing and...what if we've changed? He says that he's fixed, but what if something happens again? And my parents won't let us be roommates again, obviously, but what if he's on a different floor entirely and we never see each other outside of class? It's all just too much to think about."

Victoriana hugged her friend fiercely, hoping to dislodge his many fears about his relationship. Theo had been right, Adam was spiralling with anxiety about the future when he didn't have to face the future alone.

"Hey. Just talk to Theo, and you'll be fine," Victoriana promised, releasing him from her grip. "You can't be in a relationship by yourself. It's weird for Theo too, you know. Talk to him."

Adam nodded, but his expression was still conflicted.

"Yeah, thanks, Your Highness. I'll do that."

[clutterfield]

GHOST BUSTERS

FratBoys! BTS x Comatose! Reader

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Synopsis

You get into a freak accident and wake up to your body surrounded by seven crying men. Or your unrequited love doesn’t seem so unrequited after all.

Chapter warnings

Angst, Implied low self esteem, mentioned panic attacks and anxiety, implied emotional neglect by best friends, supporting character short death flashback

Chapter Rating: T (For Teen Audiences and Up)

Chapter 7: The Ghost Witch

A/N. In honor of stopping the spread of Asian hate, and to celebrate the start of Bangtan's entry into being more widely known not only for their music, but also for their civic involvement in all things that matter, I dedicate this chapter to a much newer beginning.

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People say happiness is a choice.

But what if...just what if you try to choose to be happy, try being the word, and yet you can't seem to feel anything but a constricting sort of self imposed rejection?

Or maybe it's just your anxiety killing you.

You've had panic attacks before, and you hated it--it's like being trapped between the chasm of falling down the stairs but you just hang there loosely, never falling until your breaths go back to normal and your brain rewires on its own, only to go back to that same dreadful feeling the next day, over and over and over again.

But anxiety...anxiety is on a whole other level.

It never leaves.

You have never had a therapist before. Unlike Yoongi, you weren't so keen on opening up to your parents when you were a kid (and even now as an adult, you don't delve into serious topics whenever they visited). What could you say?

"Hey, mom and dad. Nice to see you. Did you know that your daughter isn't happy with herself so much she can't stand to look at the mirror some days?"

Highly unlikely.

Besides, in your family, showing mental weaknesses will only get a scoff and some long drawn out double lecture about 'when I was your age, I didn't have that kind of shit to deal with'.

And yet you were tired.

Existing was just tiring sometimes.

"You're thinking too much, mouse. "

You startle at the new voice, eyes shooting to stare at the spectre floating above you, your arms finding their way against the cool sheets of your bedroom.

Or former bedroom?

Well you weren't dead. Not yet anyway.

It was just weird to think about having your two bodies in two places at once.

The comatose one currently at MyeongDong Hospital connected to life support, and you in your ghost form or spirit form or whatever the fuck you were in the Bangtan's residence.

Moon Byul, ethereal in her white kimono and long red hair (a trait that would have had any man, particularly your best friend Yoongi bedding her faster than even Jungkook can run and that boy runs fast).

It had been two days since the seance and Eugene had all but left you to your own devices.

That is, have Byul hang around for awhile until you eventually woke up in your corporeal body.

She did say she was going to be your unofficial ghost guide.

You sigh, turning your head to stare at her pretty face. It was a shame really that she had died so young.

According to her brother, Byul had always been sickly as a young girl, and had long since known when her time was up --it was a trait passed down from the females of Yang to the next generation.

Grim reaper's eyes he had said.

And so one day, while it was storming wildly, Byul just drove out to sea and drowned herself.

It was a pretty morbid way to go.

"Tell me what you're thinking about, mouse. " Byul hovers to the side.

Her voice surrounds you like a siren underwater. Cool and soothing is what she is.

You had never met Byul before until now but you did see pictures of her all over the Yin Yang Quatro.

Eugene doesn't talk about her much, probably hurt over the fact that she chose to die and leave him alone, but with what little you could gather, the briefest tremble in his voice told you a lot about his love for his only blood relative.

"Just...how we're going to go about things tomorrow. " You confess, twirling your hair distractedly.

The ghost hums, floating over to take a good look at your face and you blush. It isn't everyday that a beautiful ghost looks at you like that! Particularly not one who is in league with the Bangtan boys' in terms of being a god send.

She pokes your nose, another habit you've noticed she does while often with you (or as often as the day she nearly gave all seven of your best friends an aneurysm by dashing towards you as if to attack).

"Don't worry, mouse. The ghosts associated with every memory you have in this community are not savage creatures. The only dark entities are the ones beyond the veil where I come from, and I have yet to sense one of them."

The at least for now is unspoken and that's what makes you shudder.

"Oh, you're fading, mouse. " She lightly grumbles, irritated but not at you.

True enough, your fingers become transparent, only to go back to its undisturbed, solid state once Byul touches your hand.

Perhaps that was the thing about having Byul as your spirit.

Eugene had explained that the planes of where you are now were conflicting, hence you were merely limited to a human form for a couple of hours until you would eventually fade away.

It was the limit of Eugene's strange abilities--he can't make people rise from the dead (nor from a coma apparently), but what he can do, is make them visible to their loved ones if the desire of the person was strong enough to sustain one's soul.

Your desperation to come back to your best friends was what helped you over come being stuck in a spirit form.

At least for a good while.

All good things must come to an end, you suppose and by then, only Yoongi for some odd reason was the only one who could get a sense of you.

Maybe because he was the most emphatic out of all of them despite him keeping to himself most of the time.

When he wasn't loving girls and leaving them that is.

"Thank you," you murmur, feeling the after effects of Byul's energy.

"Sleep, mouse." She says, and your lids flutter shut.

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You awake to arguing.

"Stop, don't open those fucking blinds, she might disappear!"

Rolling to your side, the heated whispers cease as a hand caresses your cheek.

"Forgive us, baby. You can sleep more if you're tired, yeah?"

Blinking back the dimness of the room, you hoist yourself up to mild protests, arms coming to encircle your shoulders as you properly take a good look at the people inside your bedroom.

Seven shadows shift awkwardly, one letting go of the curtains just as the dust mites dancing in the light seeping through from your large french windows settle down into nothingness.

Oh.

"Guys? What are you doing here? Don't you have to be at the company?" You question, wondering if they skipped training with the staff.

Your boys were after all the brains behind the KMJP Industries, an affiliate of their adoptive father's huge billion dollar conglomerate even while doing university and you know they were working themselves to the bone recently to produce new tracks for contracted foreign artists and some other related stuff.

It was such bad timing that you got injured and you somehow felt guilty about taking precious time away from them.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a Starbucks bag and can't help but wrinkle your nose at the smell.

"That smells like shit," you blurt, only to shut your mouth at the realization that the boys might have brought you dinner, and you were being relatively ungrateful.

But...could you even eat at this point?

Eyeing the caramel macchiato and bread that Namjoon was slowly pulling out to sniff with furrowed brows, you decide you can't even if you want to.

Because it smells fucking rotten. What the fuck.

Suddenly, Hoseok shouts as Byul glides through the walls, "Mouse, don't eat anything. "

You hide a nervous chuckle as Namjoon nearly drops the bagel and coffee, only for Jimin to catch the entire thing and hand it over to Jin who promptly takes a whiff in mild consternation.

"But...it smells fine?" He mumbles more to himself than you and you look to Eugene's dead sister for explanation.

She flips her hair daintily before taking a hover to her new spot in the corner. "To you it does, human. But to her, it will smell sour and unappetizing, as she is trapped between wakefulness and death, her senses will not work properly. Even I cannot predict what she might feel about random everyday objects. "

Ever the curious pup, you hum with an ask, "What does it smell like to you, Byul?"

She shrugs after a moment and you realize the boys were as curious to know the answer as you were. "Like nothing. I am already dead and everything connected to my past self has left my memories like dust. "

You frown. "Oh, but you still remember Eugene though?"

She smiles at you mysteriously. "My brother is not a part of my past. He is a part of my present and always will be. "

Does that mean--oh. Oh!

You remember Eugene having once told you back when he had to leave you alone to manage Yin Yang Quatro not to worry about intruders as you wouldn't be alone.

You assumed he meant his pet dog Kimchi.

But now you are starting to think otherwise.

So Byul still haunted the place, huh.

It would've creeped you out, but seeing as you're on the way to following her footsteps if you couldn't get back, it was like you weren't even afraid at all.

Byul had this calming effect about her that made your heart serene. If anything, you might just marry Byul in the after life if things didn't work out with the boys.

You think you saw a twitch on the seven men's faces but ignore them entirely in favor of your specter.

She leans forward from her position against the wood, "I scouted the perimeter, and we are going to start with the shelter, if that's alright with you, YN?"

Byul switches topics fast and you can't help but freeze, alerting the boys to your discomfort.

The youngest three immediately gravitate towards you, glaring at Byul.

The shelter?

"What do you mean the shelter?" Hoseok frowns.

You had never worked at any shelter before as far as they know.

You gulp.

Here's the thing.

Although the boys spoiled you for everything, not even letting you pay a dime for groceries, and even giving you an allowance apart from the money your parents sent and your two part time jobs, you had been roped into taking a third not because you needed to but because you wanted to.

"The, um...it's," you exhale loudly, causing all men to shift their concerned gazes to you. "It's a facility for homeless people. "

They sigh in relief. "Oh. That does not seem so bad?" Taehyung hums in light appreciation, though he can't help but wonder if the money they were giving you wasn't enough.

The others seem to think so as Yoongi questions, "Do you...work there?"

Of course they wouldn't know.

They didn't know about Eugene, nor did they know about your apartment.

The only job they were aware of (and of which you had to beg them to let you work in) was at Starbucks.

You shrug. "It's a voluntary kind of thing. "

You try to hide your grimace as Byul raises a well sculpted brow at you (how the fuck does a ghost have perfect eyebrows on?!).

"You didn't tell them?"

They swivel to her and you wince.

"YN?" Jin's no nonsense tone sends you spiralling into a sort of dreaded abyss as sweat breaks out of your chin.

Forcibly closing your eyes, you tip your head back already feeling an oncoming head ache.

"It's a home for prostitutes. I occasionally help out."

You cover your ears at the multitude of angry outbursts, having had already expected it in the first place.

If this is how they would react to that little tidbit in your life, you wonder how you would even go through all of your memories with them, much less talk to ghosts at this rate.

This was troublesome.

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"What do you mean they have to be the ones to learn everything about her? Can't she learn it herself?" Eugene runs a hand through his handsome face.

"...okay that is an absurd statement, I retract. But! But isn't that an invasion of privacy in your ghost world rules or something, sis?" He gripes, uneasy about the entire thing. Your boss cared about you to that extent.

Byul could only smirk. "If you're worried about her, just think about the results. Those men of hers don't seem to know a thing outside of the life they had created for her inside this house. "

Eugene pauses. "So basically you're telling me that YN has to open up to them so they could collect every fragment shard of her soul that's somehow being absurdly kept by a bunch of your ghost friends in the netherworld? And it has to be those seven assholes?"

"Yes. "

"...Fine. You all heard that?" He glares at the seven men while you merely shrink back behind Eugene, trying your best to avoid all the eyes on you.

At this point, you just wanted the ground to grow a mouth and swallow you whole.

Because you were about to let Bangtan Sonyeondan in on every little secret you had kept from them all these years.

"If only you hadn't been fucking around, this would be a lot easier." Eugene lowly mutters but you hear and you couldn't have agreed more.

If only.

FLASHBACK END

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My in depth character notes for Crummy Minds:

Random notes I took while binge watching Criminal Minds:(by character)

Note breakdown:

Name: How many times they killed someone (not counting when they all shot at same time). How many times they are late to work. Backstory/observations. Nicknames/things they've been called during the show. Process of coping. Believe in ghosts?

Gideon: 1 (Military. Lost six agents in an explosion. Take hotel soaps and give them out to homeless with money and supplies. Named his son Steven after Rossi's middle name.)

Hotch: 20 L:1 (Ex Prosecutor. Father had lung cancer and died when Hotch was young. Has a brother Sean. Was a rebel kid and made bad choices. Got sent to boarding school when he was a teen. Sean never went to Haley's funeral... Coaches Jacks soccer team with Dave. 509😭905.  Punched in the face during interrogation. Shares a love of jalapeños with Garcia.) "Everyone's allowed to be late, once." WHAT DID HE DO TO HOTCH Mr. Scratch

Morgan: 15 (Bomb squad past. Chicago. Dad was killed in front of him at gas station when he was a kid. Bullet from the Reaper. He collects property. Cousin went missing, tracked down her stalker but FOUND HER. Knew how to stop white phosphorus because of Ried. Rossi's poker group. Scar from phosphorus. Visited Prentiss in London with Garcia. Safe head space from the monsters. Snores. Eyebrows. D.) "You know..." "Spencer is for the best little brother anybody could ever ask for."

"You make me feel safe." "Everything we do together is magic" "You'll always be my original baby girl"

Greenaway: 1 (The only one that mattered)

Prentiss: 4 (Total nerd. Goth in high school. Wants cremation. Got pregnant at 15. Doesn't like lying. Watched over Hotch during Foyette. Interpool. Has a black cat named Sergio. Clover brand on left side of chest. Played scrabble with JJ when hiding in Paris. Has Especially Spectacular Posture. Has scar from Doyal. Bites her nails when she's nervous. Coping Process: Shooting range. Speaks Arabic, French, Spanish. Doughnuts and wine!!!) "Getting intimate with a killer is so different." In regards to her time with Doyal? "Please don't call me Ma'am." "I am so proud of you." "That's the beauty of family...we already know." "I should get that on a plague and hang it in my office." "Reid went a little cellback D on him." "Doughnuts are an anytime food."

DIRECTOR???? "If given the chance, I'm making history." "There are things none of you know about that jet."

Jareau: 9 (Pennsylvania. Joined FBI because of Rossi. Sister killed herself when she was 11-Rosaline/Roze. Played soccer in HS. Loves cheetos. Lost her second child in middle east during her classified assignment(Maggie). Only told Reid. Code name Blackbird. Angel. Scars from electrocution. DC fan? Knows comics. Has key to Reids apartment. Parents are divorced. Burned right hand. White wine kinda girl. Dad remarried. Has her sisters necklace, given to protect her from tall man. Magical Brilliant Unicorn. Believes in ghosts: No ghost. Sniper. ) I think JJ forced herself to be very good with a gun so she would never be responsible for anyone getting hurt in the field again. JJ can't help but to identify with any victims that look like her. She puts herself in their place. "I was scared." "We're taking you home." "You're my first love."

Rossi: 9 L1 (Ex. Marine served in Vietnam. Sent home with concussion and shrapnel wound. Rossi joined FBI bc Scott. Founded BAU. Co coaches Jacks soccer team. Italian. Cook. Helps 1st wife die. Had a son who died when he was born. Every year on his birthday he goes to a serial killer in prison so he can get a name of one more of his victims. Plays video games. Plays poker. His eyes "do the thing" when lying. Dated Erin for a year before she died. 6 acres. Krystall. Has a daughter and grandson! Kills Gideon's killer. Eagel Eye. Fido. Handsome Italian Man. Silver Fox. Coping Process: Cigars/cooking. Would be a boxer.) "You're using my sayings against me?" Yes. "I'm buying." "We specialize in mood adjustments."

Reid: 7 L4 (Las Vegas. Case about Riley when he was 4. Goes to conventions. Went with Garcia for Doctor Who. Is Henry's godfather. Doesn't like the beach. Henry dressed up as Reid for Halloween. Doesn't like technology. Prefers paper. Hates electronics. Doesnt know how to dance. Helps deliver child who the woman names Spencer. Alzheimer's. Chocolate frosted with sprinkles. Moved to Houston for his mom. Does magic tricks. Loves jello. Has fish! Has Alex's badge. Speaks Russian. PTSS. Took his mom to Paris. Knows JJ was pregnant again. Can't skate for shit. Likes them bad girls. Would be a cowboy in another world: JJ runs the flower shop, Rossi has a Saloon, Garcia has sanctuary for wounded animals. The Kid. Brain Cells. Pretty Boy. Boy Wonder. Boy Genius.) "THIS BITCH IS A NOBODY." "This is awesome." "Friends are bound together through space and time for 500 years." "I know." HE SAVED MORGAN "I'm not weak." "I don't want them looking at you." *softly* "bitch".

Sock gun for the win!!

Garcia: 1 L1 (Grace. Is on a CIA watch list. Knows French. Can't see without glasses. Councils families of murder victims once a week. Parents died when she was in high school. Bought Flynns inspirational CD set. Has a picture of Morgan at her desk. Has the second highest IQ of the team. Brought Reid gifts again and again after Mave died. Hates being on camera. Doesn't have a "scary side". Gets car sick. Being harassed online by Alexi from St. Petersburg?? Has stepbrother, Carlos. Lunacorn coffee. Plays clarinet. Twilight Zone. Does theatre. Gaga fan. Red. Kitten. The Black Queen. Penny G. Penny. Sir Hotch. Dirty Dozen. Has tattoo😏.) "I found something hinky." "I'm a psychopath." No you're not. "It's magic." "You make me feel brave" "Not today!" "It's good verses evil dummy." "I still got it baby girl."

Todd: (JJ replacement. Oof)

Seaver: (Prentiss replacement. Daughter of infamous Serial Killer)

Blake: 1 (Prentiss replacement No.2 Married to a Doctor overseas. Linguist. Knows about Reids girl and helps him have the courage to meet her. Brother is a detective. Father was Police Chief in Kansas City. Lost mother 25 years ago (she was 9). When her mom died she ran away from home and her family. BBQ with the WHOLE family. Lost her son Ethan to a neurological disease. Teach full time.)

Callahan: 1 (Blake's replacement. Undercover agent. Likes baby animal pictures. Scar from dismemberment killer: right shoulder. Niece Meg. Sister and brother in law died 9/11 Pentagon. Clumsy. In Gideon's class from S1.)

Lewis: 2 (Callahan replacement. Mom went to same elementary school as Strangler Killer. Serial Killer interviewer. Fiance Douglas. White classic car. Married once in grad school, husband grew addicted to pills: Daryl. Lived in Germany when she was a child. Counciled parents at Sandy Hook. Dartmouth Alum. Mother died from cancer when she was in college. Tomboy, aunt sewed her jeans. Dad was honorably discharged and opened auto repair shop. Speaks German/French. Believes in ghosts: No ghost.) "I'll make sure to pack my stethoscope." "You owe me alot of drinks."

Alvez: 4 (Former army ranger. Used to work on fugitive task force. Serial Killer cut open his partner in front of him. 12 years of catholic school. Grew up in the Bronx. Roxie, dog. Newbie. Author with Rossi!) "You think the BAU is haunted?"

Walker: 1 (Scratch help. BAP. Coping Process: Trombone. Teenage daughter and son.. Smooth operator. This man is winning bc he's married to Tracie Thoms.)

Simons: 3 (Family man. Two boys (David.) two girls. Rose Mary!! Agrees with Rossi's conspiracy theory about JFK. Believe in ghosts: No ghost. Played basketball in college. "Sometimes I wish I could just snap my fingers and make all the bad things go away."

Name Episodes:

Penelope: seduced and shot (JJ killed him, her first kill).

JJ: forced to leave the BAU and go to Pentagon.

Lauren: Prentiss is kidnapped and dies in Morgan's arms.

Darek: Kidnapped and tortured

Spencer: Arrested for drug possession and murder in Mexico.

Luke: Phil is murdered by Grant bc of Ramos.

Ahsley?

Thoughts

BARNES IS THIS SHOWS UMBRIDGE.

They better have alcohol on the plane.

Oh yes they do.

Them quoting It's A Wonderful Life!!!

The BAU is haunted!!

Family poker games between cases, betting jelly beans!

Intoxicated Emily is EVERYTHING

Caffinated Penelope is ALSO everything

The Ones That Got Away:

Homeless Guy

Darleen

Mountain Man

Man with skull tattoo

Some BAU Terminology:

Wheels up in thirty

Baby Girl

Pretty Boy

Sir

Dinner at Rossi's

Geographic Profile

Victimology

Unsub

The Magnificent Seven

The Awesome Eight

Hinky

Highway Sieral Killer Database

LDSK

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Stan and Ford Pines: A Melancholic Story (Chapter 1)

Words: 3.775 approximately

                    1: Broken until weary, at the end of the road

If you were wondering about metaphors about death, and you had a cynical and dark point of view, you would compare it to the lottery. Why not? If you see it that way, it could explain very well what happened to Patriarch Pines: either you earn it today, or you can earn it tomorrow. If not, any day will be.

Ford trembled out of the car to see Filbrick, feeling a cold sweat on his back, and a huge heaviness in his body. Behind him, Stanley followed him. The blood was one of the worst parts of the stage: seeing his father agonize, staining the ground red, his eyes unfocused and lost, it was horrible. The crowd kept calling, and many more people were helping Caryn and Robert (that's how the Good Samaritan is called). –Ma… - The two children were scared, with a pale face. His mother looked at them with a hopeless look. His hands, his clothes ... although red, blood it could be differentiated from the clothes. His father looked lost, seeing nothing in particular. “- Maybe it's already… -” Stanley thought, which turned pale at even mentioning the idea. His mother, just as pale as her children, went to hug them. The two corresponded with the hug. She was trembling. Their mother was trembling with fear, with horror. She grabbed their cheeks, gently, smearing them with blood ... their father's blood. The mark on Caryn's hand was on Ford's left cheek, and Stanley had it on the right. -Oh God, I-I sorry!- Caryn said, being at the point of emotional collapse.

The strongest twin looked at his father. It was an image that slipped into his retina so as not to leave. It was a hypnotically horrifying image: this wasn’t like an action movie. It wasn’t an eighties film with Schwarzenegger or Stallone, making it seem that getting shot is a casual thing. Stan noticed that getting shot was a cold sweat, with shaking and paleness. The face of pain and vain resistance was the real thing. Stanley couldn't stand to see that for much longer. The holes in his dad's body began to flow out a strong red liquid. The idea of ​​dying like this disturbed him. He began to have arcades, so he had to step away from the crowd and go to the corner where the traffic light was. He vomited silently, trying not to to be heard. He didn’t vomit too much: just something similar to brown saliva, feeling the stinging of bile in his throat. -¿S-Stanley? -

Stan cleans his mouth and turns to see who’s talking to him and that is precisely Stanford. He’s about to cry, just like his mother. There are traces of regret on his face. -I'm fine, nothing happens to me. - Stan says, trying to look boastful with a carefree fake tone. Ford looks at him with a lot of sadness. Begin to cry. First, is only a whimper, but quickly turns into tears continued. They pass through his face, his nose orange. He needs help. Stan stops smiling. He approaches him and hugs him tightly. Ford doesn't want to release it, it can't. His glasses, which are now about to fall from his face, fog. -I'm scared, Stanley." W-wh-what just happened? - Asked Ford in a run. The words come from the depths of his being. He is still shocked, not knowing what to do. He hasn’t digested the facts. It hurt. Stanford doesn't like it. He doesn’t want to suffer. Should he cry for his father, after all those years of hollow interactions, after the cold and flat words? "-Yes, good job ... I'm not impressed ... - ".

Stanford thinks if Filbrick deserved this. He deserves it? Filbrick defended them at all costs, regardless of whether he was injured. Ford’s very grateful to him. But, why has he always had such an attitude like that, why does he treat them almost indifferently, as if they didn't matter what really matters? While they hug, Filbrick is only seconds away from death, feeling the wings of the grim reaper around his body. He can't almost hear anything. Everything seems to be silent. Everything is so blurry, but he sees a few people around him. He only sees two women, recognizing them for their … makeup, for their lipstick? The rest of them, he cannot see them clearly, Filbrick find it very difficult. Everything is ... how was that word? It is assumed that this word serves to define something that cannot be defined logically. Where is he, what happened, what is his name? Filbrick turned his head. It hurts a lot to move, but he must do it in the meantime. Do he hear the... do he hear them? They are on his left. Although it is very blurry, it distinguishes two figures, of a small size, far apart. Glued to each other. Recognize... his children. They are crying ... but why?

Stanley, who was hugging his brother, looks at his father from the opposite shoulder. He turned his head where they are. He doesn’t have his eyes lost, but he is staring at them, making a great effort to do that action. He stops hugging his brother, who is crying a lot. - Sixer: look. - Stan points to his father. Ford instinctively follows the finger, and knows what to do. But he can’t. He seriously can't. -Stan, I don't ...- Ford mutters in a withered voice. But Stanley is the strongest brother of the two. He grabs his brother by the shoulders, and looks at him, straight in the eye. Brown eyes, full of life. -You have to go with him ... we’ve to be strong enough... for him. - Ford is undecided. It is very painful to want to see, to have to be there, when all he want is run away. But he acquires value, and agrees to go with his brother. Stanford may want to run away from the image that drills his mind. That between the first -be going with his evicted father -, and the second - leave -, the second comes first. Although, he can't be a coward. He can’t go from the fear that death produces. A tiny part of him is what convinced him to go: Fil may never have been an exemplary father, but he is his father. A dad there is only one in this life. And deep down, really deep down, Ford want it. Maybe that's what prompted Stan to convince him to go.

-Pa ... we're here.- Stan says when he arrives with Filbrick. The man lying on the floor looks at them. –Stanley ... – Filbrick cough. He covers his mouth. The result?: blood streaks in the hand. In the view of this, Roger looks at Caryn. A look that says a lot with not much: “he doesn't have much time. There’s nothing we can do for him. -You two… come’ere. - Filbrick says. They don’t disobey. Stanley takes his hand. How could he talk so badly about his father just a few hours ago? Filbrick makes every effort to speak to them. He looks at them in a very strange way: he looks at them with worry. That way of seeing his children for the last time is weird. –Caryn ... protect them for me. - He says, with heaviness in his voice, with pain. Caryn takes him by the other hand and puts it in her face. - Fil... don’t... - Caryn is starting to think that her husband is hallucinating. He may not have shown much love in all his years of marriage, but she is his wife. And he loves her. He looks at her with a smile, telling her with that gesture that he loves her with everything that he can be named. -Take care of them for me ... I beg that to you ... and I love you, Caryn." – Filbrick cough again. The people around depart, as the ambulance has just arrived to take Filbrick. But it’s too late.

Filbrick caresses Caryn, and she cries inconsolably. Suddenly, Fil looks at Ford. Ford, who has not left him, who always came beaten from school, who helped him in his pawn shop, who was somewhat withdrawn. Who was the almost ideal son. -Ford ... I want you to know that you’re amazing ... you surprise me every day with your achievements ... - He takes one of his hands, and open his fingers. -Let no one tell you ... you can't do something- Filbrick shows his fingers to his son, as a sign that he should be proud of his six fingers. “Don’t let yourself stop for nothing and no one.” –Don’t let that to affect you ... don’t stop for a jerk who tells you that you cannot... - Ford, who has not stopped crying, nods. -Yes-yes. Thank you.- says Ford. Only Stanley is left. Filbrick has been disappointed in his son for his little academic interest. By his attitude. His fierce way of being. -Stanley ... I want you to know that ... no matter what you have done ... I still have always loved you ...- Filbrick said. Stanley couldn't believe it. Start stuttering in surprise. His father was not expected to ever say that about him. He had come to think that he hated him for his hardness. -D-did you… ? - -Always.-

Filbrick was smiling. It was not a sarcastic or ironic smile: it’s an honest smile. He is already very weak, but he has the strength to do two things. Calls for his family to stay with him, to don’t leave him alone. They are in his visual field. That’s what Filbrick now wants to look at. He may have been shot down, but it seems that the pain is leaving his body. It is not that it goes suddenly, that it goes slowly, and it is a beautiful feeling. It’s like getting out of the flames and being in absolute peace, it’s as if death wasn’t something threatening, but an old friend who comes to give you her unconditional support . -B-be careful ... - The three look at him, completely confused. When they hear that, they said Filbrick thinks thieves are close to them. They expect what he will say next...

–Good luck… -

And now, a soul flutters. Maybe Filbrick Pines' soul is going to heaven, or he may discover that there is nothing, that there is none: that everything is over. Or that he admire the rarity of the universe, and cannot express WHAT it was that he looked at. Or that he be received to a great party, that a paradise is created to his size, that recarnates in another person or animal. Or that the last thing that he feel spread throughout the cosmos. May his conscience shift to the mind of Stanley and Ford, and he have to admire their lives until they die. Or that his life be repeated exactly the same, because the universe expands and contracts continuously . That he reincarnates in another person and has to live every single life of all beings on earth, experiencing every horror and every pleasure of every man, woman and child. And then, become in a higher being as relate Andy Weir in his history, The Egg. Who knows. Let’s wish the best of lucks to Filbrick Pines.

But while he was going straight to an uncertain destiny, his family was with his body. Alive. -Pa... Pa, answer me. - Stanley cried. Caryn looks away with sadness, shedding tears. He’s gone. Her husband is finally dead. And within Stanford's mind, an alarm signal went on. Stanley shakes his father to wake up. “- He’s not dead, please God, he can’t be dead ... –” Stanley says to himself, who is now going to start crying for real. -Stanley, there’s… nothing to do. He's… gone. - Says Caryn, who takes Stanley's shoulder. Although her words are realistic and try to assimilate his world in that way, she can’t. It’s a great weight that is impossible to carry on. The blood in her hands is already dry. Ford just looks at his father’s adjacent corpse. - No. - Ford says. Stanley and Caryn stare at him. –Stanford, he’s not alive. We can’t do something…- Caryn says. -You can't ... no ... I refuse to believe it. Pa... - Ford tries to see his father, shakes him, and moves him. But he does not react.

Stanford’s mind breaks apart. It slowly cracks like glass, and then explodes in a powerful way, destroying everything in its path. Cry loudly, while trying to hold back tears. He clung to his mother, who comforted him as best she could with caresses. Stan also protects him with a hug. The three cried, feeling desolate by the feelings of emptiness.

Ford woke up from his sleep. He feels a cold sweet in his body. He looks around: he’s at a certain height from the ground because it uses a bunk with Stanley. Then, Ford look at the clock: two-nine o'clock in the morning. He had the same nightmare. He has had it for three days, and he wasn’t able to sleep. –You were making noises. Is that dream again? - Stan asks: maybe he woke up for Ford. Stanford takes off the sheets on top. He doesn't want to talk much about his nightmares. He usually doesn’t like to talk to him about those topics. He has dull ideas; he doesn't know what to say or what to think. His eyes lie down in the dark reflecting. After two days of Filbrick’s death, Ford was desolate, in his inner world. He thought about his confused feelings. Anger, abandonment and sadness. He was thinking about the funeral, the tears of his grandfather and his uncle Marty. He remembered the black clothes, the gray sky. However, there was no rain. He recalled the condolences of the relatives. And he remembered the outburst of rage when they got home. He locked himself in his room. Ford saw his posters, his sci-fi-themed decoration.

He was making fun of his pain. It all started with a distant and not very audible laugh. Stanford couldn't understand it at first. He was alone. The only voices that should have been were outside, being from his family. But the voice was one he heard so recently. It was etched in his head. It began as an echo like from a cave, but increased to a powerful degree. It rumbled in his ears. It was a sly and shrill laugh. Stanford tried to cover his ears as best he can to mitigate those laughs. -Shut. Shut up, son of a bitch ... - Ford muttered under his breath. He saw his room again, and concluded the vile chuckle was caused by the posters, by the decoration. He approached one of these -which were the sign of a green alien with a bulky head and gigantic eyes. He started it gently, not very sure of his hypothesis. When he removed it, the laughters (which had now multiplied) became a little less noisy.

Ford's face darkened. The voice was of him: his father's murderer laughed uncontrollably at his broken feelings. Gradually his chest began to grow bigger when his breathing became more animalistic. Tears and slight mucous slipped. In a fit of rage, Stanford took another poster by its edges and pulled it violently. He broke in half, making a loud breaking noise. Ford had more fierce initiative and began to get rid of his decoration that took so much effort and dedication of time. With everything he took from his place, the murderer's voices became less audible. Ford muttered the following: “-I hate you, motherfucker! I hate you I hate you, you hideous monster! – ”. Stanford took care of getting rid of all those laugh amplifiers. I couldn't believe that he could go unpunished. He wanted that murder to pay the debt. It wasn’t justice. He could be somewhat hypocritical in that: now he appreciated his father? But he regretted with all his soul the rejection he felt about his father, meanwhile he’s noticing Filbrick is not anymore in his life. Now that he lost him, there was nothing left. He could say everything he wanted to. However, he loved him too deeply in his heart. Quickly, Ford went to the kitchen for a garbage bag: he, in those moments could barely hear the laughter. Although, Ford needed to make sure the laughs were not coming back.

Stan realized that something in his brother was weirder than usual. Although it had only been two days, Stanley noticed that Ford has been quite strange in his way of behaving. He followed him among the people at the funeral, who noticed his attempt to pass, and instantly felt sorry for him. For the children it had to have been a hard blow from now. –Hey. Do ‘ya find- Stan was going to ask in a more lively tone of voice, until he noticed the face of his twin: he was releasing fat tears, without wiping them off. The positive face he made was erased when he noticed the expression between anger and dejection from his brother. There was a hint of madness, mania. - ... well? - Stan managed to finish his question. Ford was firmly holding the door where the plastic bags were stored, which closed with some force. Without answering the question, Stanford retired rudely to his room. Stan followed him worried. Ford wanted to close the door securely, but before he could do anything, Stanley prevented him from doing so by setting foot and entering. He closed the door behind him, seeing with the characteristic horror of a child that a part of his most precious treasures was scattered on the floor. One or another of the posters was destroyed in half. A cup of a jelly man was broken into thousands of shatters, with his remains scattered on the floor. -What are you doing? - -Throwing all the garbage off. - Ford replies dryly. He shows that he isn’t kidding, when he will grab a poster and throw it away.

Stan rushes to snatch the poster from Ford, and puts it on as if it were a mask. With that gesture, try to deter Stanford in an animated way . -Are you crazy? Why are you going to throw Zording? - Ford doesn't react. -What happens, Ford: I'm not actual welcome in your mothership? - The six-finger boy doesn't pay much attention to his brother's attempts to get the truth out of him. He takes Zording and stores it in the garbage bag. He goes to the broken cup and throws it without looking. Stanford leaves his room, closing the bag. Stan follows him, down the stairs that lead to the pawn shop and then to the street. Ford stays near to the door, standing very still, with his hand on the doorknob. The burlesque sound was completely gone. Stanford didn’t turn back, even though he knew his twin was there, waiting for an answer. Stanford had a brief epiphany, a flash that indicated something: his mind was decomposing. He couldn’t find a better metaphor than that, since the brain can be considered as a great computer. In this situation, he realizes that he needs to meditate on his actions. There were never voices. His mind was playing a bad joke. He is ashamed to confess that he had a "tantrum."  To avoid having to tell the truth, Ford tries to lie: -I-I'm sorry ... I didn't know what I was doing. - Stan stares at him, being completely still. There was still a trace of anger in Stanford. - What happened? - Ford just stayed there for a few seconds, before sitting on the floor, and trying to hide his face so Stan wouldn't see him cry. Embarrassed, and not wanting Stanley to see him as a crybaby, he muttered: -Why dad, Stan? Why did they do that to him? Why he? - Now, in his tribulations, and after anger, all he has left is a great tide of doubt.

- I feel so strange, with all this. It isn’t fair that he killed my Pa. It’s not fair that the deceased, he have to still alive! - A wave of boredom crossed Ford's body. Stanley kept listening until he approached him and sat next to him. Stan put his hand on his brother's shoulder. - Hey, lil’ bro: I'm feeling as shitty as you. It's ... so ... - Stan made a huge figure with his empty hand. Stanford understood that as his way of saying that the whole situation was too heavier for him. That encouraged him to think that he wasn’t alone. -I don't know why or what happened... but there is something I’m completely sure of: those two are going to get caught, and they will go to jail. - With those words, although fanciful, they encouraged Stanford. He smiled, excited. – R-really? - Stanford asks who looked up. In response, Stanley shows him the palm of his hand. –High six? - With that gesture, Stan is assuring his twin that he’s not lying at all. Stanford smiles and raises his hand. –High six. - Both crashed their hands. Stan helped lift Ford off the ground. The two of them stayed a few seconds in the pawn shop, just at the right time to see the first rays of the sun: a little hope invaded them in those moments. A small glow filtered through the windows of the store.

Stanford finishes remembering that day with love. He whispers and looks at the floor: -Stan. - -Yeah? - He asks in a tired tone. -Could you ... sleep with me, just… for tonight? - A moment of silence. Ford feels ridiculous about such a childish request. Despite feeling a little better about his feelings, he’s still afraid of his own mind and his nightmares. He hears Stan moving, confirming that his brother agreed with the petition. Ford searches through the semi-darkness for the stairs that allow him to get off his bunk. Stan made it a space for Stanford to enter. The six-finger child is positioned. And fleetingly, Stan opens his eyes, and positions them on top of his watch, which indicates the time and date:

2:15 am Jun/15/2013.

That makes Stanley smile: now he and his brother are thirteen years old. He stares at the bunk, and falls asleep with a smile.

It's been a week since Filbrick died.

***

This is where the real story beggins. I wait you can enjoy it!  Salvete ignotum est a terra.

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The Fallen Grim Reaper (BTS Fanfic)

[PROLOGUE]

*BANG*

I never thought that would be the last thing I hear before my life ends.

My brother was shocked at the fire of the gun, he tried to see what happened but someone already grabbed him, and put a handkerchief with melatonin on his mouth to make him fast asleep.

Our neighbors heard the gunshot, and saw guys wearing black enters a white van as they leave our house. Some of them already called 911, while some were trying not to touch the crime scene.

Minutes later the cops showed together with my dad. As the cops entered our house they saw my brother first that is lying on our garage, unconscious. Next thing they saw, is my body on the hallway with my eyes open as the blood continue to drip on my head.

My dad couldn't take what he saw, he had a breakdown, and almost fainted. The only daughter and eldest of the family is gone forever in their lives.

~♡~♡~♡~

The news is all about the kids at the age of fifteen to twenty-one that is simultaneously getting killed across the world. There were only a few clues as to why they picked us.

One, is that we are all first borns of the family. Two, none of us has connections to other families. Third, each country has five kids that were killed. Lastly, a symbol of them were burnt to the side neck of each victims.

A symbol of sickle.

The detectives still doesn't know if this only means death which makes the killer a grim reaper but they're not sure if it means more than that.

~♡~♡~♡~

Hundreds of families were in sorrow for more than a month.

My mom went home from abroad just to see my corpse in the funeral. Just like other mother, she couldn't take what she just witnessed. She never imagined herself going home to her family just to attend the funeral of her daughter.

~♡~♡~♡~

As for me, no one knows that I'm still alive. No one knows that hundreds of kids that were killed were actually alive. The body that our families cry on is just a clone of ourselves.

All of us woke up in a surprisingly clean rooms but no windows only a door. It has complete necessary spaces; a bed, bathroom, kitchen, and dining area which is like a living area too.

The moment I woke up, the pain in my head starts to ring. I don't remember how many times they drugged me just to stay asleep.

Suddenly, the television went on. It was just showing a white noise. The noise is so loud that it doesn't help ease the pain in my head. I dragged myself to the kitchen to look for ice. As I looked around I saw a cooler, and checked if there's ice which it has.

I'm not sure what these people wanted. Are they being nice or there's a price for these things they supply us?

I used a towel which I got from a cabinet and put some ice on it to rest it on my head.

I tried to look for the off switch of the TV or a volume button because the noise just irritates me. I kept on looking for it then the white noise suddenly changed into a channel, that I don't recognize. It only shows the word 'Live' on the top left corner of the video.

As I look closely I can see that it's a funeral. Then the camera suddenly shifts to the tarpaulin outside, it took me a moment to see what the tarpuline shows. It has my face on it, together with the date of my death, and the message "Rest in peace our lovely daughter".

I couldn't register in my mind what is happening. I tried to recall what happened. Then, I remember them shooting me but there isn't any bullet in my body.

I looked puzzled. I just found myself staring at the TV, and watch as my family and friends mourn for me.

"I'm alive, that's not me I'm alive." I mutter to myself.

"It's not real. It's not real." I keep telling myself as I hold my head.

Then I heard a scream, "GET ME OUT OF HERE." It's a girl's voice.

"HEY, WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT." It's now a guy's voice, he's shouting as he keep banging the door.

"I'M NOT DEAD!" Another guy's voice.

Some are even shouting in different languages.

I looked at the door and saw that it has bars on it, enough for us to see what's outside.

I walked towards the door and looked outside, and I saw the structure is in an apartment layout but in a prison atmosphere. Our hallway is like a balcony which over looks a scenery of nature which looked fake for I looked at the ceiling and saw a projection of the sky. It's like they made a replica of nature.

Then it hit me, how many of us are there? How many of us were experiencing the same thing? Probably hundreds of us are confused, angry, and scared. But no matter how much we try to open the door, how many things we destroy, how much screaming we do, how much tears we shed, and how many questions and scenarios went to our heads, enough for us to go crazy,... it's clear that we are trapped.

WE are trapped.

Nobody knows we are here.

Nobody knows that we're still alive.

Nobody knows what will happen to us in this place.

No one knows how this place could change our lives forever.