ElyssaaN

"Finally, I have found you" he paused before continuing " after hunting for you all these while, you will no longer escape me"
I cocked my head to one side "who are you and why are hunting us" to him, he might think we had let our guards down but a silent conversation passed among us and I worked to stop my feral smile from showing 
           "You do not need to know who I am but I have been waiting, expecting, anticipating..." His eyes lit up with something close to...greed? He continued " you are the key to our world, and now that I have you, you aren't escaping any more"
      I looked at Eve and burst out laughing...Scott and Eve joined in and before we know it, we were laughing so hard I had to clean my tears off
He looked so puzzled despite trying his best...(I think) to hide it
            I bit my lips to keep my laughter in
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Eve said in between laughter then suddenly, she turned all serious " but you seem to be forgetting something"
    "And what is that?" He said as cautiously as possible 
    Scott smiled " We are the HUNTERS...NOT THE HUNTED"


MY name is Lily, fell in love with my nemesis then fell in love with my best friend, then fell in love with my enemy that actually wants to kill me...yeah, for real

Lest we forget, I am apparently the key to destroy or build the world but at this point...I might just end up destroying it... don't give two fucks about being the key or not

Predator (Amera Makaspark)

Eve’s house always smelled like something baking—sugar, spice, and just a hint of chaos. 


I barely stepped through the door when a blur of motion streaked past my legs and a rubber dinosaur bounced off the wall beside me. 


“INCOMING!” yelled Toby, Eve’s little brother, as he skidded around the corner in socks and Spider-Man pajamas. “The lizard army is upon us!” 


“Toby!” Mrs. Badmus called from the kitchen. “Stop using our guests for target practice!” 


I ducked, laughing, as Toby launched himself into a couch pillow fortress, dinosaur in one hand, juice box in the other. “It’s fine,” I said, brushing a curl from my face. “Adds excitement to the day.” 


“Toby’s currently leading a rebellion against bedtime,” Eve said as she strolled in, arms crossed and eyebrow arched. “He’s been up since six and is operating entirely on sugar, spite, and cartoon logic.” 


Toby popped his head up from the couch fort. “SPITE IS MY FUEL!” 


Mind games and memory gaps