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you could've made me a                                        believer.

paper to pen, pen to paper.    scrawled in blood,    names of the dead.    it's my wish;    i am justice.    paper to pen, pen to paper.    bow before me,    or you're sure to be dead.    worship me freely;    i am justice.    paper to pen, pen to paper.    why must you call me a murder?    did they not deserve to die?    you are not worthy;    i am justice.    paper to pen, pen to paper.    defy me, i'm not insane.    you just don't see how genius i am.    forget the law;    i am justice.    paper to pen, pen to paper.    bend at my will,    for i am god.    i am justice;    i am kira.

The beginning of hurricane season was quite a tradgedy all on its own. It began when Poseidon, the sea god, and Hecate, the goddess of magic, had a child like no other. Their little girl was extremely beautiful, powerful, and was christened with the name Calypso. Calypso was an immortal with powers over the seven seas and the darkest magic. Her beauty was absolutely breathtaking; some say that her own mother had to of cast a spell on the girl at birth. The girl was also very mischievious. She enjoyed taking on mundane mortal forms and watching the drunken sailors swoon over her radiating beauty. Sometimes, Calypso would even have meaningless

II Emma was lost, and there was no way of going around that fact. She had ended up in front of a gated mansion. Of course, it just so happened to be locked. Looking up at the curtained windows, she could've sworn she saw movement. Emma shuddered, turning away. There had to be some way of finding out where she was. Seeing a path leading into a nearby forest, she curiously followed it. Somehow, Emma knew this all looked familiar; the trees, the mansion, and just plain everything about this place. Not too far off, she could see a light, leading to somewhere different…A place that looked like a town, perhaps? "Pence, wait up!" A girl's vo

To The End. |x| I The day was coming to an end. The glowing orange orb lingered in the horizon, not wanting to bid farewell and give in to the fast appearing moon. Two girls sat on the front porch of the house, staring out at the red, pink, and purple streaked sky. These girls, best friends, weren't as normal as they thought they were. The blonde, Naime, was a petite little spit-fire with a very short temper; she sat on the railing, straddling it, her custom-made Bose headphones around her neck, softly singing along with the faint words blasting from them. Her eyes were transfixed on the horizon, not wanting to look away as her friend, Emm