Dear Stupid Journal Two: Running From Love

[xxazul63xx]

raven died after giving Lux the journal,

[-Compass-]

err.....*Blackberry*...that was a couple of posts ago....you're a little far behind (I don't mean that unkindly!). Raven's dead! hang on....if Raven's dead, then how sent Lux the new journal?? O.o

she was sent it BEFORE Raven was dead- she wrote it when she died!

[proud.little.wolf]

Yes, to clarify, Raven died long after she sent the journal.

[Desayah]

wait..how did she die.. he just killed her or did she get caught somwhere?

[proud.little.wolf]

wait..how did she die.. he just killed her or did she get caught somwhere?

Shay had an assassin kill Raven, as well as Lux's family. The rest is unknown.

[xxazul63xx]

Moar?

[Desayah]

no, let her take her time. that way she can write more entries than one (smiles evilly)

[proud.little.wolf]

no, let her take her time. that way she can write more entries than one (smiles evilly)

Yes, very good idea.

Dear SJ,

All was quiet when I got back to Violet's, and it was dark out.
I could see a few lights on upstairs, and figured Violet must be back to her photo sorting.
Very carefully, I walked along the stone path leading to the porch.
I opened the door wearily and walked in.
Then somebody yelled out in surprise.
Two dogs were staring at me with contempt in their eyes, as if I were no more than a burglar.
Which they probably thought I was.
"Get her!" the she-dog cried.
"Wait!" Violet's voice rang from upstairs.
The she-dog turned to Violet, while the male kept his eyes on me.
"Get back upstairs and call the police," I heard her say.
"No Mom, she's fine. This is my friend, Lux."
Violet walked over to me, then turned to look at the male dog.
"Dad, you can stop glaring," she said nonchalantly.
The dog grunted in response and averted his eyes.
There was an awkward silence, and then Violet's mom spoke.
"I'm Sophie," she said. "And this is my husband, Leo."
Here's Sophie:



And here's Leo:



"Nice to meet you both," I said, dipping my head respectfully.
When I looked back up, all three of them were staring at me awkwardly.
I took it they weren't accustomed to my form of respect 'round these parts.
Heh, I just talked like a western person.
Okay. Enough.
Anyway....
"So," Leo said, "are you living here now or what? You don't plan to stay long, do you?"
Sophie shot an appalled look at her husband.
"Leo!" she said in a stern voice, as if she were scolding a child. "This girl obviously has nowhere else to go if she just came barging in like this!"
Gee, thanks for the defense.
Violet grabbed my wrist and began leading me up the stairs.
"Sophie, we can't afford to have another dog in the house," Leo growled. Then his voice dropped into a whisper. "It's bad enough we've got Violet rebelling. And did you see the way Lux was dressed? She's probably the same way."
I bit back a snarl.
How dare he judge me like that? Leo barely knew me!
"Don't mind my dad," Violet said once we were in her room. "He says stupid stuff like that. Dad's always been judgemental of all my friends."
I found it hard to believe Violet had any friends besides me.
"Who are your other friends?" I asked without thinking.
She sat down on her bed and picked at the hem of her skirt.
"More like who were my other friends," she said. "They all left me once I started dressing like this. Hah, they probably thought I was going to kill them or something. I mean in this town, if you dress like this, then people immediately think you're evil."
She laughed, but it was a hollow, cold sound.
I sat down next to her.
"I know what you mean," I said. "People judge me all the time because of my clothes."
Violet shook her head.
"That's different," she said. "I choose to dress like this."
"So do I," I growled. "So technically it's not different."
Violet shrugged and closed her deep blue eyes.
"Sometimes," she whispered, "you want to stand out, even if others will perceive you in a bad way."
I realized now what she meant.
She wanted to be recognized.
To be noticed. To be somebody, not just "that one girl."
"I think I know what you mean now," I said quietly.
Violet glanced up at me.
"Yeah, you know exactly what I mean."
She sounded sarcastic.
"No, really.... I do. I don't like being 'just another dog' either," I replied.
And thus Violet and I formed an unbreakable bond; one that would take more than the greatest axe or chainsaw in the world to severe.
But that special moment only lasted about a minute or so when someone pounded on the door.
"Open up, Violet!"
"Who on earth...?" I whispered.
"Go, run!" Violet snarled to me. She opened up her window and gestured for me to jump. "You've got wings! Go!"
I obeyed, leaping out the window and taking flight.
However, I hovered just outside her window to listen to what was happening.
I heard the door open.
"Oh my dog... It's you..." Violet said, trailing off.
"Yep, it's me," came a familiar voice.
"Brother... what do you want?" Violet growled.
I knew immediately who it was just by her using the word "brother."
Derek.
"Where is she? I know you're hiding her," Derek snarled.
Shuffling sounds. Then:
"Why would we want to hide someone we don't even know here?" Violet snapped. "And shouldn't you be minding your own business? It's not like you live here anymore."
More shuffling.
"Look Violet, let's keep this simple and harmless. Just tell me where Lux is and I'll leave you alone," Derek said.
Then Violet's cold laugh rang out like church bells.
"Like I said before, I don't know who that is," she said. "And why did Mom and Dad let you in the house? Did they pity you for not finding a life of your own?"
"No," Derek said, his voice full of malice. "It's because I threatened to kill them for putting me up for adoption."
Wait... what?
Violet sighed, annoyed.
"You know that was a long time ago, and you gotta admit, you probably liked living with your foster family. Just let it go already."
It became silent for a few minutes, and I wasn't sure what was going on. Then Derek spoke.
"No, never..." he said quietly. But it wasn't a defeated type of quiet; it was a dangerous one.
And then I heard more shuffling around.
"Don't shoot, or else," Violet warned.
I stifled a gasp.
Derek was going to kill Violet!
I flew back inside and landed between them.
Derek was pointing a pistol at Violet, his finger on the trigger, ready to squeeze it.
"Wait!" I said, holding my paws up as if I were being arrested by the cops.
Derek's mouth formed into a smirk.
"Don't shoot her if I'm the one you want," I continued.
Violet gasped in horror.
"You're not possibly giving up!" she hissed.
"Hmmph, shut up, Violet," Derek snapped. "Lux isn't giving up, she's being smart."
With a look at me, he went on.
"I've got you finally... And by the way," he paused to laugh and stuff the gun back into his belt. "I'm that assassin Shay was talking about."
"Why doesn't that surprise me?" I growled irritably, lowering my paws.
"Doesn't matter," Derek said. He walked forward and put his paw on my back, feeling my wings.
"Would you stop it?" I snapped.
Derek continued to stroke my wings, then said,
"They're holding up just fine. I'm shocked, really, that you haven't gotten surgery to remove these things. After all, I'm the one who gave them to you."
I recalled that one night when we were supposedly on a mission for the Elites, going to that warehouse. Derek had bitten me and given me the power to fly.
"Let's go," he said finally. "You're the last one on Shay's list."
And with that, he turned me toward the window, and we flew out of Violet's little room.
I was too ashamed to cast even a single look back at her as Derek and I flew off into the night.

~Lux

[Desayah]

OH MY GOSH I LOOOOOOVE THISSSS HOOWWWW AWSOOOME THANK YOU XELA!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST NEW YEARS PRESENT EVER

[xxazul63xx]

Oh my gosh! DERTEK'S GONNA KILL HER! WHO STILL LIKES DEREK? I DON'T! HE'S A LIER, A BACKSTABBER, A MURDERER AND A VERY MEAN PERSON