Chapter 1: Blood
Monday sprinted down the dark streets of London, quietly and unnoticed, armed with nothing but the freshly sharpened dagger on her back. Blood lust filled her eyes as she came closer and closer to her target. “Her head will be mine.” She whispered under her breath. She glanced to the side and saw the building she was headed for. Invisible to human’s eyes, the Pure House headquarters was placed right in the center of London. The mission Monday had been gegeben today was quite simple, kill the head of the Pure House. The leader of the Ultimate House had personally been training her for years, she had shown great potential from the start, and she was now the Ultimate House’s secret weapon. Monday Willers was the only Ultimate assassin with the ability to do anything like this.
She reached the outside of the building Sekunden later and pulled the dagger case off of her shoulder. She opened her hand to reveal a golden pocket watch that her mother had gegeben to her a few days before she was killed. She set the pocket watch down on a rock before opening the deep brown dagger case. Out she pulled was a dagger, encrusted with small red and Gold gemstones on the handle. “Red and Gold don’t grow old after all.” Monday thought as she wiped the blade clean with a washcloth she stored in the small case. It was an old Ultimate House saying the leader had come up with. Red and Gold were the Farben of the Ultimates, while silver and blue were Pure colors. She felt a small droplet of water land on her shoulder and tilted her head upwards. “Oh bloody hell.” She whispered. “Of course it has to rain.”
She scaled her way up the building and into the oben, nach oben window. After years of spying, she knew this schloss like the back of her hand. The only odd thing about this was, there were no guards on duty. It was only Sekunden before she discovered why. There must have been thirty oder forty guards all waiting, firearms ready, for her to appear in front of them. They spotted her in the window frame as her world became nothing but gunfire and smoke.
Chapter 2: Family
She was suddenly immersed into a world consisting of pure darkness, no light whatsoever. “Monday!! Monday!! Du have to wake up! Du have to open your eyes! Please!” She heard a man, who she assumed was Brian, shouting across the black wasteland, yet she could see nothing. The Weiter thing she heard were the indistinct sounds of desperate sobbing and shouting. Where was she? In some type of limbo, oder was this really hell? And why could she hear things from the outside? The feeling of someone tugging at her ankles brought her to her senses. She was being dragged now, dragged into a red light. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the pain that would surely follow the light. When she opened her eyes again, she expected to see a land surrounded Von feuer and filled to the brim with pain. Instead, she opened her eyes to see almost everyone she knew and loved staring back at her. “Monday! You’re alive!!” a teary eyed Brian sagte as he held her. Brian was Monday’s personal healer, but to him she was Mehr than just another assassin to heal. He loved her with every fiber of his being. In a weak, almost pathetic sounding voice Monday sagte “Hey.” and smiled.
Her eyes scanned the room for the one person she knew wasn’t there. His highness, Sir Peter. He was the person who had urged her to kill since she was four years old. He was the heartless bastard who had killed her mother, father, and younger sister. And this man, the monster who had made her life a living hell, was her own brother.
From the Tag Monday was born, she knew her older brother wasn’t like any of the other members of her family. He was special, unique, and useful. Their uncle had recognized the raw power Sir Peter possessed at a young age and used it to his advantage. He had taken it and twisted it to produce his idea of a perfect being. Sir Peter was a young boy whose only purpose in life was to kill. So he killed. He killed everyone he knew and loved, except for Monday. He saw use in his sister, so he spared her. He even went so far as to train her himself. He almost felt affection for his sister. She was the only family member he had left. He cherished her, in a strange way. She was his most valuable asset, the Ultimate house’s secret weapon. Monday was extremely detrimental to the survival of their Coven. And not to mention he needed someone to discuss plans with. He had to keep her around. Sir Peter needed her, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. Yet, Monday still felt afraid of him. Like he was going to kill her off just like he had done with the rest of their family.
Chapter 3: Purest Intentions
“Cathy, come see me at once.” Lady Belle spoke as she strode passed the Pure House’s most talented guard. Cathy gave her a slight nod, set down her gun, and followed Belle up the stairs to the head witches’ chamber. As soon as she set foot into her room, which was adorned with silver and blue jewels, Belle slammed the door shut behind Cathy with a twitch of her wrist. “Kneel.” Trembling and afraid, she did so. “Cathy, what happened out there? That was the closest that little brat ever came to getting in our castle. She shouldn’t have even been able to find it.” “I’m sorry my lady. It will never happen again.” Lady Belle placed a hand on Cathy’s cheek and said, “It better not happen again. Because if it does, I will personally slice your disgusting little throat open. Understood?” “Yes, my lady.” “Very well. Du are dismissed.” Cathy rose slowly and walked out of Belle’s room.
“What if Belle hurt her? What if Belle punished her in some terrible way and we’ll never get to see her again?!” Mike paced around the room, trying to imagine his fiancé’s fate. “Calm down Liebe bug. She’s not in any serious trouble.” Mr. Galaxy muttered, clearly bored with the way things were working out. “Listen to Galaxy, Mike. He knows his stuff.” Fairy sagte as she placed a hand on Mr. Galaxy’s shoulder. Mike looked into her dark blue eyes and sighed. “It’s just, I’m so worried about her. For all I know, Belle could be torturing oder killing her at this very moment.” Mr. Galaxy ran a hand through his thinning white hair and coughed. “She’s completely fine. I can feel her presence. Stop being such a drama queen.” Mike rolled his eyes while Fairy giggled at him. At that moment, the door swung open and a weak silhouette stood in the doorway. “Cathy?” Mike whispered, raising an eyebrow. “Mike.” She sagte as she collapsed on the floor.
Monday sprinted down the dark streets of London, quietly and unnoticed, armed with nothing but the freshly sharpened dagger on her back. Blood lust filled her eyes as she came closer and closer to her target. “Her head will be mine.” She whispered under her breath. She glanced to the side and saw the building she was headed for. Invisible to human’s eyes, the Pure House headquarters was placed right in the center of London. The mission Monday had been gegeben today was quite simple, kill the head of the Pure House. The leader of the Ultimate House had personally been training her for years, she had shown great potential from the start, and she was now the Ultimate House’s secret weapon. Monday Willers was the only Ultimate assassin with the ability to do anything like this.
She reached the outside of the building Sekunden later and pulled the dagger case off of her shoulder. She opened her hand to reveal a golden pocket watch that her mother had gegeben to her a few days before she was killed. She set the pocket watch down on a rock before opening the deep brown dagger case. Out she pulled was a dagger, encrusted with small red and Gold gemstones on the handle. “Red and Gold don’t grow old after all.” Monday thought as she wiped the blade clean with a washcloth she stored in the small case. It was an old Ultimate House saying the leader had come up with. Red and Gold were the Farben of the Ultimates, while silver and blue were Pure colors. She felt a small droplet of water land on her shoulder and tilted her head upwards. “Oh bloody hell.” She whispered. “Of course it has to rain.”
She scaled her way up the building and into the oben, nach oben window. After years of spying, she knew this schloss like the back of her hand. The only odd thing about this was, there were no guards on duty. It was only Sekunden before she discovered why. There must have been thirty oder forty guards all waiting, firearms ready, for her to appear in front of them. They spotted her in the window frame as her world became nothing but gunfire and smoke.
Chapter 2: Family
She was suddenly immersed into a world consisting of pure darkness, no light whatsoever. “Monday!! Monday!! Du have to wake up! Du have to open your eyes! Please!” She heard a man, who she assumed was Brian, shouting across the black wasteland, yet she could see nothing. The Weiter thing she heard were the indistinct sounds of desperate sobbing and shouting. Where was she? In some type of limbo, oder was this really hell? And why could she hear things from the outside? The feeling of someone tugging at her ankles brought her to her senses. She was being dragged now, dragged into a red light. She closed her eyes and tried to brace herself for the pain that would surely follow the light. When she opened her eyes again, she expected to see a land surrounded Von feuer and filled to the brim with pain. Instead, she opened her eyes to see almost everyone she knew and loved staring back at her. “Monday! You’re alive!!” a teary eyed Brian sagte as he held her. Brian was Monday’s personal healer, but to him she was Mehr than just another assassin to heal. He loved her with every fiber of his being. In a weak, almost pathetic sounding voice Monday sagte “Hey.” and smiled.
Her eyes scanned the room for the one person she knew wasn’t there. His highness, Sir Peter. He was the person who had urged her to kill since she was four years old. He was the heartless bastard who had killed her mother, father, and younger sister. And this man, the monster who had made her life a living hell, was her own brother.
From the Tag Monday was born, she knew her older brother wasn’t like any of the other members of her family. He was special, unique, and useful. Their uncle had recognized the raw power Sir Peter possessed at a young age and used it to his advantage. He had taken it and twisted it to produce his idea of a perfect being. Sir Peter was a young boy whose only purpose in life was to kill. So he killed. He killed everyone he knew and loved, except for Monday. He saw use in his sister, so he spared her. He even went so far as to train her himself. He almost felt affection for his sister. She was the only family member he had left. He cherished her, in a strange way. She was his most valuable asset, the Ultimate house’s secret weapon. Monday was extremely detrimental to the survival of their Coven. And not to mention he needed someone to discuss plans with. He had to keep her around. Sir Peter needed her, no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it. Yet, Monday still felt afraid of him. Like he was going to kill her off just like he had done with the rest of their family.
Chapter 3: Purest Intentions
“Cathy, come see me at once.” Lady Belle spoke as she strode passed the Pure House’s most talented guard. Cathy gave her a slight nod, set down her gun, and followed Belle up the stairs to the head witches’ chamber. As soon as she set foot into her room, which was adorned with silver and blue jewels, Belle slammed the door shut behind Cathy with a twitch of her wrist. “Kneel.” Trembling and afraid, she did so. “Cathy, what happened out there? That was the closest that little brat ever came to getting in our castle. She shouldn’t have even been able to find it.” “I’m sorry my lady. It will never happen again.” Lady Belle placed a hand on Cathy’s cheek and said, “It better not happen again. Because if it does, I will personally slice your disgusting little throat open. Understood?” “Yes, my lady.” “Very well. Du are dismissed.” Cathy rose slowly and walked out of Belle’s room.
“What if Belle hurt her? What if Belle punished her in some terrible way and we’ll never get to see her again?!” Mike paced around the room, trying to imagine his fiancé’s fate. “Calm down Liebe bug. She’s not in any serious trouble.” Mr. Galaxy muttered, clearly bored with the way things were working out. “Listen to Galaxy, Mike. He knows his stuff.” Fairy sagte as she placed a hand on Mr. Galaxy’s shoulder. Mike looked into her dark blue eyes and sighed. “It’s just, I’m so worried about her. For all I know, Belle could be torturing oder killing her at this very moment.” Mr. Galaxy ran a hand through his thinning white hair and coughed. “She’s completely fine. I can feel her presence. Stop being such a drama queen.” Mike rolled his eyes while Fairy giggled at him. At that moment, the door swung open and a weak silhouette stood in the doorway. “Cathy?” Mike whispered, raising an eyebrow. “Mike.” She sagte as she collapsed on the floor.
Why,
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
Is everyone being so cruel
Everyone is abusing each other
It seems like there is no good at all
In this world.
Why is everyone
Leaving me out of everything
Like I am this puppet with no string
I feel out of place,
And I am sure other people feel the same
I have searched for all these years
Someone special
Who would lead me through
The darkness
And all of my troubles would fade away.
Someone that would be named,
"My Hero."
I found who she was this year
And it was extremely unexpected,
Because...
No one else is my hero.
My hero is myself.
This is for all the kids who are bullied Von words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
Du yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I Bewegen on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
oder lift
me up.
Why must
Du hurt
me?
Du yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I Bewegen on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
oder lift
me up.
Why must
Du hurt
me?
Why should I live,what's with life?He gave me 5 Bücher I know them so well I know everyone page I could read it with out actually Lesen it!!!One Tag i awoke with a holy bble on my bed.It was from one of the demon's junior demon wives.It had a tag and a note saying"srry for ur troubles hope u havnt read this before lol".The oldest thing is i knew who she was because she was a human like me before the demon turned her into one of his own.Then i thought wait why havnt i been turnd in to a demon yet?Then it hit me! maybe he needs fresh to keep him alive!
Von AuthorForPooh
The bare moment when no one's
there to guide her
feet down the worn path.
She's traveled this path times before,
but Du are always there
in her way.
Du scare her with your
harsh words and strong hands,
she runs back every time.
Du laugh.
What she doesn't realize, is that
we too are on that path.
Her friends.
We pull her to her feet
and push past you.
Because she's never alone.
Im tried of bullying. Its mean. As a friend i will stick Von my friends. Help stop bullying!