Family dinner. Seven-thirty sharp. Tie optional. Straight-jacker required.

Explaining that I'm faced with a choice between being with the love of my life, or saving four lives that were never meant to end.

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.

She's kind of a, well, you know, a B with an itch.

Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?

Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.

There are only two emotions. Love and fear.... Love and fear is all there is == Everything else is just an offshoot motivated by those two.