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Behind These Hazel Eyes - Kelly Clarkson - Tangle

It had been a few days since I lost my brother, my best friend. The one that made me feel ok, normal, loved for once. My eyes were all red and puffy from the endless tears I had cried. He meant the world to me and it had just been ripped from me. I hear my name get called from downstairs, the man that came to talk about my brother was here. I force a smile on my face as I head down. Seeing him I gasp. My parents were smiling widely, my brother standing between them. I rush up to him, jump into his arms and wrap my arms around him, more tears streaming down my face. `` I told you I'd be back.`` He laughed.

Ok, so it wasn't that good I know but I didn't want it to be too sad.

Band On The Run - Wings - Assigned by Joker

Lyrics used: If I ever get out of here,
Thought of giving it all away
To a registered charity.
All I need is a pint a day
If I ever get outta here
If we ever get outta of here

Iksander's eyes stared into the rising flames resolutely, the ever-changing aquamarine entwining rapidly. I could almost read his thoughts by now, and his profound stare worried me. A lot.

"If we ever get outta here, I'm gonna beat them back to hell's gates." His gravelly voice shook me out of my reverie, replacing it with fear. Cold, hard fear. His mood was spiralling quickly, quicker than I could stop it, quicker than anyone could.

I could hear the fear in my own voice as I replied. "Iksander, we'll deal with it," I murmured, my voice shaking. "It's okay." I held out a hand in almost-defence, all-too prepared for the words that might follow. He ignored me, or so it seemed, deciding instead to sketch in the shadowed sand, the firelight dancing on it.

Then my last words seemed to register. He stood up violently, his eyes switching from the previous turquoise to a raging scarlet. "You say it's fine?" he roared, cold blades ripping through his back. "You say it's fine! When we're stuck here, with no one, because why?" His voice dropped to a low whisper. "Because that bastard knocked them off!"

I stood up, my heart thumping faster than the drums at Ra'hid. Swallowing the bile rising in my throat, I shook violently as Iksander circled the fire angrily, viciously. "Iksander, please," I begged, my voice rising to a high-pitched cry. "Not now, not here!"

He took no heed to my words, his figure growing with every pant, every loudly cursed name he uttered. The pint I had saved from earlier was getting to him, consuming him, destroying the man I knew. Once knew.

A roar ripped through the still desert, his body erupting in a yell. "He killed them!" he shrieked. "He murdered them!" His blood was rising, his hand tearing to be replaced by thick, sharp claws. "And now I'm all alone."

The fit suddenly subsided as quickly as it had begun. He curled up in a ball, shouts now replaced with sobs as they wracked his strong body. I stepped towards him, and held him like the child he was. His breaths came out in cold gasps, the horns on his back slipping back to where they came from. The fire dwindled, and disappeared altogether, as we sat, alone in the empty desert.

|I have no idea what happened here :D It kind of wrote itself, but I'll probably come back and edit it later.|

Smokin' In The Bathroom - Motley Crue - Assigned by Jokey

Lyrics used: Just snippets from here and there.

Jax Anderson glanced in the mirror, his hazel waves of stylishly messy hair pulled back behind a red buff. His amber eyes were steely, with dark irises flecked with gold. "Yeah, I'm bunking." He rolled his eyes at the following comment. "I know, I know, I'll get into a heck load o' trouble. But seriously, who cares?" He laughed through the thin cigarette in his mouth, his teeth yellowed through months of smoking.

"Sure, whatever, g'bye." He put down the phone with a loud curse. Talking to himself, he muttered, "Goodie two shoes. Idiot. Bastard." The insults continued as he turned on a tap with vicious energy, rinsing his hands lazily.

He took out another cigar with bored effort, slumping handsomely against the once-white bathroom wall. It was stained a dirty grey after years of various seniors nipping off for a quick smoke, like Jax was doing. Not that the teachers obviously opposed it; Mr Toms was in fact known for coming here at a lunch break to have a chat with the students. Cigarette included, of course.

Jax paused to let out a long stream of silver-grey smoke, breathing it out like a seasoned professional. He sighed softly, almost too soft to hear it himself. Laying down the rolled up paper with an unusual look in his eyes, he began to murmur something underneath his breath, getting louder every repeat. "Two times two is four. Two times three is six. Two times four is eight." His knee began tapping to the monotonois beat, his eyes glazing over as he stared at an imaginary spot on the tiled floor. The taps became staccato, the murmurs rising to a loud echo. "Seven times four is TWENTY-EIGHT. Seven times five is THIRTY-FIVE!"

It stopped with a sudden silence, followed quickly by a muffled crash.

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"Ms Anderson? Your son, Jax Anderson, has been hospitalized for an epileptic fit. We need to get your permission to x-ray and admit him to ICU."