Dash meandered through the hallways after class. Not looking forward to going home. Too much of that strained silence and scared looks from Izzy. Like he was supposed to know what was going on between his parents. Christ. What a way to spend fall break. He raked a hand through his hair and leaned against his locker. He was antsy and didn't want to ( Read more... )

He dropped the bags on the floor and flopped over on his bed. "Christ."

Two weeks, they said. Just two weeks out in the desert with creepy Aunt Florence. Somewhere, that had turned into two months. Well, yeah, he supposed it was a nice enough thing to do after she busted her leg like that out in the driveway helping them load bags. But... Christ! ( Read more... )

Im in hell rigfht now.

And hell looks alot lik Arizona.

Whats all this crap about stuff blowng up in Amity? Dad got a call or something about a city block or somthng going up but it nevr made the news? Whats going on?

School was almost over and Dash couldn't be more relieved. A few weeks since that last date with Kinmuno and Dash was still antsy when the passed in the hallway. The stupid peircing had healed, but everything else was still raw and nervous ( Read more... )

christ in hell ive got a boyfriend

Dash shuffled his feet as he waited for Kwan to show up. He tried thinking about anything but the umpteen other dozen things they could be talking about instead of that damned gear mark on his shoulder. Oh, right, like spells and Kwan dating Danny. Right. The usual topics. He scowled and hunched his shoulders. School wouldn't be out soon enough.

Kwan, dude. redy to talk. where are you? answr you damned phone!

He didn't like lingering in the showers after class, but there was no way he was going to let anyone see that stupid marking on his right shoulder. Dash grumbled as he stood under the shower, hot water long since run out and voices still echoing against the tile outside the plastic curtain ( Read more... )

that mrk thing from the game is still on me. wtf?

Dash jerked back from the computer desk hard enough to tip his chair over. He stared blankly up at the ceiling, hardly daring to breath. Almost lightheaded from the sudden absence of his armor and sword, the sudden shift from blood pounding adrenaline to late night computer surfing lethargy. He pulled himself up, sweat palm almost slipping off the ( Read more... )