"If Florence wasn't in the state it's in now, probably not. But considering everything that's happened, I needed a break. So that's why I agreed Jacob; to get away from everything." Jael told him honestly, keeping her eyes trained on the seat in front of her. "Do you know what else is fragile? Life. It's a fragile thing and no one realises it. People who think they're superhuman and risk their lives are stupid. No one realises what they have until it's gone. Or they're dead."Â
"Oh please, Princess Peach is my bitch. I always win with her." Jael smirked, her competitive side showing. She hated losing, especially to someone she hardly knew. "You better be prepared to eat my dust, Kapur."Â
"Nah, we never really talked after that. She hated me forever, though. I guess he did too; but from what I remember, they're still together. Getting married soon, I guess. I wouldn't know    I wasn't invited. Right now they're travelling around the world. Going to have a bit of shock when they arrive back to Florence, though." She didn't know why she was telling him this; it was a way of letting him in. Jael was quiet for a couple of minutes, before speaking again. "I hate it when people think they have happy endings. After all, they've been together for how long? How do they know that they're for each other? I guess they've dated other people, but... What's so good about happy endings? People are bound to get hurt." Some more than others. Everyone in Florence hurt; Mrs. Walker hurt over the loss of her son, the humans hurt over the loss of their beloved town, and the remaining alive hunters hurt over the loss of their own. IF there was anyone left. And Jael? Jael hurt over the loss of her two best friends. But apparently, you can't avoid death.
"24 hours? Well that is certainly something." A lot could happen in 24 hours. When Jacob pulled out the game console, Jael raised her eyes. "I'll have you know, I don't play games like... Give me." She grabbed the handheld game with eagerness. "You can have your toad, I'm princess Peach. I love that bitch."Â
Jael threatened him, so why wasn't he afraid? Most people knew that she carried through with her threats, but then again he wasn't most people. He was a new person    someone who walked in on Jael's life unexpectedly. But she was determined to shut him out, to keep him at arm's lengths so he couldn't figure out how fucked up she was.Â
As they sat there, Jael hummed to herself in time with Jacob's finger drumming. She didn't know how long they sat there for, with Jacob now reading a magazine and Jael observing the people around her, figuring out little quirks here and there. Like the man in seat 17E who had ear plugs so he didn't have to hear his wife yabbering on about nothing important. Or the girl sitting in 13D who had a nervous stutter which seemed to have been caused by the boy who was so, shamefully flirting with her.Â
Jael snapped out of her observation as Jacob held the magazine out, and she quickly scanned it with a snort. "I really could have used this in sixth grade," Jael mused, a small smile fighting its way onto her lips. "Samuel Cooper was my.. second boyfriend. Had been for.. I think, like.. a week? Then I caught him and Suzie sharing Capri Suns and chips together under the playground slide." The words tumbled out of her mouth with a snort, and a shake of her head. "Later that day, I gave her a blood nose." She finished the story, closing her eyes and handing the magazine back.
What she didn't expect was to have Jacob's coat around her. Opening her eyes a fraction, Jael smiled in thanks and snuggled into it. "How long is this plane trip going to be, Jacob?" She whispered quietly to him, while trying to peek out the window.
If anyone told her that she'd be going to India, Jael would have laughed in their face and then walk away. But seeing as she was here, at the airport heading to India with Jacob, she surprised herself. Â Jael didn't know why she agreed; could it have been because she simply didn't want to live in Portland for a while? But nevertheless, Jael had agreed and there she was. Heading to India.
In her opinion, the aisle seats were the best. Because you didn't have to shuffle awkwardly past the row of people before you made it onto the aisle. Now, you could simply just get up and walk off. Which was especially good now that since everything had crashed and burned in Florence, Jael caught herself crying at random times. And she didn't want to do that in front of everyone, let alone Jacob.Â
Sitting cross legged in her aisle seat, her eyes never left the head rest in front of her. Jael's jumper was packed up in her carry on bag which was locked up in the overhead lockers above her, and she didn't want to be a pain and go grab it, so she sat there slightly shivering. But the cold didn't bother her; at least Jael could feel something other than hatredÂ
"Yeah I'm pretty excited," Jael whispered to him, her eyes breaking contact with the head rest and glanced at him quickly. "Now, if you ask me one more time, I will punch you. Hard." Was she bluffing? Jael didn't know.
What:Â Jael and a hunter (lets name her Lily) get into a fight.
Where:Â Jael's home (well, Eva's)
Notes:Â When the hunters stormed into people's homes, Lily unfortunately stumbled into Jael's. One has to die, who will it be? (spoiler alert: it's not Jael who dies)
After everything that had happened in the past couple of days, one thing was for certain. Florence was a living hell, and no one would make it out alive without being changed. It was a good thing then, that Jael had already changed.
So when Lily stumbled into Jael's apartment at all hours of the morning, she was surprised to see Jael sitting there on the couch, staring at the big, dark red splotch that habited the white carpet, where only days ago, lay her best friends. Now that somebody had collected the bodies, the apartment seemed oddly empty. Jael expected it to be over   they were gone, everything would return to normal. But she hadn't realised that there would still be the little reminders    Eva's perfume lingered on the couch, in the bathroom, in the kitchen. It was everywhere all at once; there was no getting away from the intoxicating smell.
"I was expecting you." Jael's voice cut the silence, piercing into Lily's head. Although it was a bluff; it was a damn good one because Lily was taken by surprise. "You're lying, no one was expecting us." Lily's voice came out clear and strong, even if she was shaking to the core inside.Â
"I'm not one for lying, dear." Jael commented quietly, but that was a lie. Getting up slowly, Lily trained a cross bow on her, the same time Jael took out a gun. If it was any other day, Jael would have thought of the consequences. But her brain was on overdrive, and nothing but hatred for the hunters coursed through her body. Me or her. Me or her. Me or her. "You wouldn't dare; you have a conscience. You kill me, you'll have the guilt follow your every move. I kill you? I have the lord on my side, to wash away my sins. I'll go to heaven while you'll burn in hell, you monster." Lily rambled on, her voice going higher and higher until she was almost shouting.
Jael raised her eyebrows as Lily ranted on. "Are you sure I have a conscience? Because right now, I wouldn't mind pulling the trigger. You see, there's one bullet. Which means one of us is going to die. Me or you? Personally, I prefer the latter." Jael said unemotionally, a small smile on her face. Was this why she was fit for Wolfus? Because deep down, she's a psychopath? After all, Jael couldn't feel any emotion except for hatred. Hatred that Eva and Remus had to die. Hatred that Abel left her. Hatred for this damned fucking town. Hatred for the hunters.Â
Lily had since abandoned her cross bow and opted for a knife. Although she was petite and small, her strength was in her arms and legs, and Jael found that fact out when Lily surprised her and knocked her down, the gun sliding away from her reach.
Lily kicked Jael twice in the chest before Jael somehow managed to get up and shove Lily to the ground. She let go of the knife and it skidded across the floor, right where Jael's feet were. Bending down to pick it up, Jael let out a strangled yell; the bitch seemed to have bruised her ribs, causing Jael to be in immense pain. In one swift move, Lily jumped up and tried to manage a side kick, which Jael blocked with her body. "Seriously? My parents were fucking hunters, you untrained piece of shit." Jael spat out savagely, as Lily kept moving forward. She managed a soft punch in the face, but still, Jael stumbled backwards a couple steps, her chin now aching.Â
The fight seemed to have gone on for hours - which was probably more  like minutes, but time stood still when the knife plunged into Lily's stomach. With a sudden gasp, Lily fell to the floor and started to cry while murmured numerous prayers. "Forgive me father, for I have sinned. Forgive me father..." Lily kept whispering, her eyes slowly closing. Jael looked at her and the knife clattered to the ground. "Your God isn't here to save you now." Jael said coldly, looking down at the body in front of her, before grabbing her gun and sliding it into her shoe.Â
Jacob: I understand completely. It'll be hard leaving them behind but I'm sure if things gets worse then maybe if they'd been alive they would have wanted to leave as well. I think I'm going to go to India for a few weeks, then go back to see my parents in Portland.
Jael: I don't think they'd leave, not unless they had too. Like, really had too. Or if Wolfus were leaving, which they are. Well, James is. Probably - I don't know. India? That's nice.
Jacob: Wow those people should really back off. Well, it's good to hear that you're at least doing decently. Hey, there's been a lot of talk amongst people about abandoning Florence, is that something you're also planning on doing?
Jael: Honestly? I don't know. I don't want - I don't want to leave Remus and Eva behind.. but it depends on Abel, I guess. Wherever he goes, I go. Even if I'm still fucked off with him. But I think so. Are you?
Jacob: Hey, J. I just wanted to check up on you. How are you holding up?
Jael: I guess I'm fine, I don't really know. I'm just over everyone, I guess. Looking at me, whispering about me, /she's the one who found the bodies/. But otherwise, I'm fine.
I feel dead inside. Is that normal? My two best friends died, and I feel dead inside. I saw their bodies lying on the ground, and I feel dead inside. No grief, no pain, nothing.
I don't know why I'm doing this, why I'm letting myself hurt over you and Remus. I haven't had a proper sleep since that night     and it's all your fault. Why am I doing this? You can't read thisÂ
It's your fault I'm like this, you know. When I sleep, I have nightmares and end up screaming. When I eat, I throw the food back up so i choose notÂ
to do eitherÂ
nobody understands and its your fault. nobody understands what it was like, coming home and finding you both lying there. people keep saying "I understand what you're going through", but they don't. not really.Â
I saw my best friend and sister lying there in a pool of their own blood. How can anyone recover from that? And to think that i couldn't do anything to save them     i failed them. I failed myself and it's your fault i'm like this; i'm ruined. Broken. It's completely your fault      if you didn't fall in love with Remus none of this would have happened. If you hadn't moved here, we wouldn't have met. I wouldn't be feeling like this right nowÂ
I would have been fine on my own, god, you had to ruin my life didn't you? the worst thing is, i let you in. The walls crumbled down and there you were, with a hammer in your hand. Even still, you hammered away at the walls until i caved and let you in.Â
You and Remus; you two were the star crossed lovers of Florence. The Romeo and Juliet of Florence. But the odds were never in your favour, for he was a Montague and you a Capulet. We know how the story goes, two feuding families (because despite everything, wolfus and lupus were families) were at ward with each other, so it was like fate.
In a way, you two were destined to meet. To fall in love. To die together. But where am I in this equation? Tybalt? Mercutio? Or was I a substitute - replaceable? You'd stick with me until you meet someone better?
I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you this is why i'm so ufcked upÂ
you made me like thisÂ
oh god oh god stop the pain why wont it stopÂ
LET ME GO I DON'T WANT TO BE HERE ANYMOREÂ
you're gone and its your fault i'm like this; I'm broken and its your fault why couldn't you leaveÂ
me a loneÂ
both of you fucked
meÂ
upÂ
i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i miss you i don't want to be a wolf without you  it was three of us against the world; the three heartless, cruel musketeers. We were our own side against all of this; Lupus and Wolfus and then there was us but somehow
i got left out of the equationÂ
and now its just me with no one to fight against the world with
Thatâs where youâre wrong. I wasnât going to tell you that⊠It never gets easier. Some nights youâll find yourself crying and others justâŠnumb. Sure, good days come but they also pass. But shutting yourself out from the ones who will or are already on your side will do you no good, trust me. Donât go down this path, Jael, surround yourself with people who can share your pain. Because at the end of the day; itâs much easier crying into someoneâs shoulder than burying your head in your pillow.
Oh God, Melanie! Enough with the 'side' shit. Don't you realise that you're not on my side   No one is on my side, I don't want anyone on my side, don't you get that? I'm done grieving for them, I'm done crying over what could have been. That's a sign of weakness   that I'm weak for even caring. No one know's what I'm going through. Sure, family members or whatever will grieve but   but they'll get over it. Slowly time will heal them. As for me? Those two are my life. My best friends    my family.
Enough with the attitude, okay? I get it, you lost someone, trust me when I tell Iâve been there. You have every right to be upset and angry with the world, but donât blame the people that are on your side.
Excuse me? If you're going to sprout some bullshit about how I need time to grieve for my losses, but over time I'll start to feel whole again, don't. Don't tell me that it's going to be okay and I'll slowly stop feeling like it's my fault, because news flash: I don't give a shit. I'm done caring about every single one of you people, because what benefits do I have from that? Dead friends. That's it. Caring about people made me weak, and I am not weak. As for sides? No one's on my side. Not any more.
