KBelle’s Comments (group member since Jul 28, 2013)

KBelle’s comments from the The James Academy for the Talented and Gifted group.

"Oh. I know you well, my son" he smiled, clasping his hands. He drew one out and gestured so Tatum was held up by two of his minions. She screamed in pain as his father seemed to take particular

He raised an eyebrow and smirked, lowering his hood and exposing his tattooed head as the pach of cats all shifted into humans, each pale and bald, their eyes a cold grey. "And here is your girlfriend. " tatum appeared in his hand and he cast her to the ground exactly in between them. She was struggling to stay metal, her head was in he human form. She made suppressed cries of pain as she clutched the large gash that had been so carelessly ripped through her stomach. "You should be more careful where you put her next time son"

"Tsk tsk tsk" the hooded man scolded, smiling evilly. "You should show more respect to your father"

The cats all ceased and then sat, their jaws shutting and slowing into purrs as his father appeared in front of him, his trench coat dark and heavy and his leather gloved hands flexing in and out of fists. "Hello...son" he said in a sickeningly sweet way

The figure began to beat her. She was able to block the shots for the first while, but her endurance only lasted so long before she fell to the ground before the smiling being in defeat. It was then he produced some kind of knife, glowing red. It seared through the metal flesh of her abdomen as she let out a blood curdling scream of pain.

He sped off, darting in and out of traffic until he reached a seemingly abandoned bar. He got off the bike and pushed the door open. And abandoned it was. He hung his leather jacket and tugged his thin white t shirt to straighten it before reaching behind the counter to retrieve two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka, pulling an overturned barstool off the counter and sitting on it

A cloaked figure suddenly appeared before her and she stumbled back. He advanced upon her as she slid down a hill, coming to her stop against a tree and scrambling to her knees. His eyes seemed to glow as a sinister smile crept upon his shadowed face.

He reached to the other side of the bike and tossed a helmet at her. "Come on" he muttered gruffly.

"Somewhere," he revved it and laid flat across the bike. "To think" he growled, the engine blasting into their ears.

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Something seemed to pull her from the entrance, her steps small as she stumbled into the cold mountain night, her breath becoming shallow. "He-Hello?" she gasped, clutching at her chest as she went metal to avoid having her breath run out, glancing around her in panic.

She heard another muffled sound and threw his warnings away, running into the dark night. "Who's out there?" She called loudly

She slowly eased it open, yet she found herself gazing our only into pitch darkness, the only sound she could hear was the rustling of the leaves as she frowned.

A sound woke Tatum up and she stretched as she yawned and sat up groggily. And then it hit her. A sound? She stood and felt the metal encase her as she crept silently to the large steel door of the cave, her face dark.

After traveling what felt like ages, she found the cave under cover of the cold August night, a rapid shiver on her arms. She opened the heavy metal door with a creak as she shut it behind her with a final thud. She saw what looked like a bomb shelter with huge ceilings. She sighed and unloaded the bag in a far, dark corner of the room, too tired to bother with much else. She pulled the blanket from her bag and covered herself, falling asleep.

She stood before he and continued her trek in the morning sun, the distance between them closing with each quiet step.

He turned on his heel and stormed through a ton of trees, stomping out of the woods to his bike on the road, climbing on it.

"What do you want!" he boomed with incredible volume, gripping her shoulder in a painful way as all fell silent. The night larks pausing in the swell of their lullabies, the crickets pausing fearfully mid-chirp. Even the wind seemed wary not to rustle the leaves as he glared her down. "What do you want"

She stumbled into the kitchen, grogginess still hanging over her as she rubbed her eyes. They feel on the note and a frown cast itself over her features as she read it before gasping. She bit her lip as she reread each in turn. He had never been one for parting sentiments, but the notes seemed to be written in his hand to some person he barely know. Yet she obeyed his instructions and dressed before packing a large hiking backpack, walking out the door and locking it behind her. She sat against a tree three miles away in the rising sun and began to eat the first of the pre wrapped muffins, her eyes cast sadly and soberly onto the ground.

She woke the next morning to the song of a mountain jay, smiling as she stretched, before realizing he wasn't there. She slipped on a t-shirt of his and fixed her hair before walking downstairs, her smile fading as she called his name.

((its fine. My life is quite chaotic as well))