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Freedom Part Seven: Follow Up Thomas P.O.V. The warehouse was old, from the early 1920's. It had already been raided hundreds of times to collect the 'antiques' though, so bare shelves were its hallmark. There were a few things left like glass bottles and bits of paper, but it was otherwise empty. The ware house had a second floor office and i supposed that that would be where Jasper would be waiting. I chewed a few aspirin and began climbing the stairs. There were cobwebs everywhere except the stairs. Looks like they were frequently used. At the top of the stairs I slipped into the room and before I could look around, the door shut and l

The Boy and his Rose Garden : Chapter 1 Mari P.O.V. So we finally left the house. It was probably for the best, Daniel and Aiden were getting fidgety and Matt was getting bored. I felt that we should go visit the wharf. Matt and Aiden backed me up. Being outnumbered, Daniel also had to agree. Matt bought us all some pocky and we walked down the street munching on it. After a few minutes I got the feeling Matt wasn't behind me anymore. I turned around, and face palmed. Matt was staring at the fabric store like it was god or something. I walked back to him and grabbed his arm "Matt, let's go." I said. He grabbed me by wrist and dragged me in

Happiness and Loneliness : Gift for Lily Matt was still living in Slinkey's house, and Slinkey was still letting him. She hugged him; he hit her over the head. So no problems there. But Slinkey didn't have anything normal to eat in her house. He had a choice of two things, people or candy. Matt sighed when he peered into the fridge. It was empty again, save for Slinkey's food which was crammed haphazardly into the bottom shelf. Matt slammed the door shut and walked to the front door, then sat down to put his shoes on. That was one of Slinkey's requirements for Matt. No shoes in the house, because he would get the floor dirty, which made no

Freedom Part 6.2 : Art Trade Jasper P.O.V. I checked myself in at the visitor's desk and walked up to Thomas's room. I hadn't wanted to hurt him in general. But he deserved it, leaving me for him. I was perfectly good enough for Thomas. I opened the door to his room and stepped in. Thomas was still asleep. I walked over to him and reached a hand out to touch his hair. It was still as soft and silky as I remembered. I sat down in the chair next to the bed and continued petting his hair. I hated Jeffrey, he was a thief, he had stolen my Thomas from me. Thomas's eyes peeked open, and he looked at me. He jumped on me, which sent me toppling ou

Freedom Part 6 : Art Trade Jeffrey P.O.V. My ass hurt, and I just knew it was bleeding. I wanted to curl up somewhere and die. I would've too, but Thomas was still bleeding. I haphazardly searched the small room for my clothes, but all I managed to find was my under wear and my scarf. I sighed, better than nothing. After I put on the small amount of clothing I did have on, I ran over to Thomas, who was laying face down in a puddle of his own blood. I rummaged through his pockets, searching desperately for a phone. When I found it, I dialed 911 as fast as I could, and grew impatient when an automated voice on the other end told me to wait a