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 sat curled on her bed, legs drawn up to her chest, her cheek pressed against the denim of her knees. The soft creak of Toby sneaking into her room did little to lift her mood. 


“I brought snacks,” he whispered, holding out a bag of chips like it was a peace offering to a war-hardened general. 


He stepped closer. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday. If you die, I’m not going to your funeral. I hate those.” 


She blinked once, slowly, her voice dry as dust. “Then I better live. Wouldn’t want to inconvenience your social schedule.” 


Toby frowned, but the sarcasm passed over his ten-year-old head like a breeze. “You’re still mad ‘cause you didn’t find Lily, huh?” 


Mad? No. Mad was easier. She was empty now. Chased every possible lead, walked through woods, checked roadsides, even tried to trace the scent of her old perfume like some lunatic bloodhound. But nothing. No trail. No footprints. No Lily. 


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