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Sometimes I watch dead leaves drift by, Crumbled, and lifeless, floating so dry. Lasting no longer then one more day, Life is my lie, what more could I say? I watch myself grow weaker through pain, Wishing that I could be a dragon; slain. Left to die destroyed and alone, Bewildered in suffering, left in the 'zone'. I cannot bear to go on anymore, Just shoot me and let me die on the floor. Blow out my brains, do whatever you will, Just save me the pain, let me fill the death chill. As the light fades and dies, so shall I. Look at my face one last time, As death glistens through my eyes in that bright blue death shine. Let me

Sharing thoughts... Wiping tears... Being there for one-another through the years. Giving advice, to make things right. Showing you care by holding me tight. When the road gets rough. And the people keep on going. You always seem to be there, and our friendship keep on growing. Standing by, All the way. Here to help you through your day. Holding you up, When you are weak, Helping you find what it is you seek. Catching your tears, When you cry. Pulling you through when the tide is high. Absorbing your voice, When you talk. Standing by when you learn to walk. Just being there, Through thick and thin, All just to say,

Chapter One  The solemn light of the moon shimmered as it ran across the emerald lake, the supple ripples humming into the night as the wind brushed the delicate surface. Candace stood tall and strong on the mountain top, her name Greek, meaning white fire and pure, her features very cat like and looking youthful to around 18 years of age, her figure tall and slender. Straight, black hair, reaching down to the base of her spine, the fringe sweeping softly across her pale face as she stared into the small town of Areopoli, in the south mainland of Greece, searching, looking for her next victim.  Her fiery, crimson eyes reflecting upon her

Chapter Two Telemachus pushed his hair franticly back from his face, flipping through file upon file of documents, searching for a contact, a name, anything that could lead him to the killer. Files of all colours piled high next to him, green, blue, purple, orange, red, white, black; colours with their own meaning, their own distant definition of which only he could understand. Each file contained information on every assassination he had taken part in throughout his life, details and background information on every victim, plans, maps, and even the vehicle and the type of weapon that was used in the attack. None of them contained what he wa

Telemachus stood in front of his window glumly, staring aimlessly out over his sunshine garden, vibrant, fiery colours shinning brightly through the dull landscape, bright orange African marigolds and birds of paradise, tinted dahlias and montbretias, golden tulips and Peruvian lilies; plants from all over the world, their colours bright and their fragrances strong in the nights air. The small, desolated rose bush standing out amongst all of them, the only dull colour that stood singularly out in the garden of warm, fiery colour; he smiled lightly as he remembered planting it on his wedding night with his wife Sondra. The sun had been shinnin

Telemachus stood in front of his window glumly, staring aimlessly out over his sunshine garden, vibrant, fiery colours shinning brightly through the dull landscape, bright orange African marigolds and birds of paradise, tinted dahlias and montbretias, golden tulips and Peruvian lilies; plants from all over the world, their colours bright and their fragrances strong in the nights air. The small, desolated rose bush standing out amongst all of them, the only dull colour that stood singularly out in the garden of warm, fiery colour; he smiled lightly as he remembered planting it on his wedding night with his wife Sondra. The sun had been shinnin

She delicately flicked her dark fringe from across her face, and tucked it behind her ear as she gazed around the large, open plan room, concentrating on memorising deeply every detail that ran through the area. Beige walls extended all the way around the room, several wooden photo frames attached firmly to the brickwork above the fireplace; most were of people, couples, groups, and each photo had in turn a link to Telemachus, as he seemed to be in many of them with numerous other people. She gently lifted off of the sofa and walked across the fluffy white carpet towards the frames, the fuzz gently massaging against her feet and in between h

Chapter 3 Candace looked around cautiously at the serene surroundings as she walked slowly from the wooden doorway, a sleeveless dress dangled elegantly from her slim figure; deep red and black satin clasping to her slim figure, a small silver beaded design running frequently across the fabric, small shimmers of light reflecting off of their glamorous surface. A crimson pair of laced gloves clasped delicately around her hands, a similar design of silver beading running up one side; her silver armband still clasped tightly around her upper arm. She beamed at herself in the mirror and twirled around, the flared skirt slightly lifting from the