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[salem--rpg]

Alrighty, I've had a long day so I'm gonna head to sleep now. As of this moment we're using the new tag system, which can be found here. I'll be tagging this in all the old tags to make sure people see it.

[innocentlyaiden-blog]

Off Roading

Aiden grabbed his keys and dashed for the door, mumbling under his breath. His mother followed him, demanding to know where he was going. Aiden snapped at her telling her to stop worrying and that he'd be back. She tried to stop him, but Aiden pushed passed her and then out the door. 

He slammed the keys into the ignition and then sped away. She called after him, but he didn't stop. Aiden's foot was heavy on the gas peddle and kept driving. 

His car flew by Amber, almost knocking her over. He didn't stop for a red light, almost sending Norah off the road. He kept going. He needed to get out of this town-- away from Justin. If A hurt Aiden, he wanted to be far away from Ravelstoke so Justin wouldn't know.

Aiden was coming up to the edge of town, he could see the "Come Again!" sign. Aiden wasn't stopping. He kept going. As he came closer, from off a side road a large truck came crashing out and colliding into Aiden's car. 

Aiden's car spun and flew off the road. The truck slammed on its brakes. All was silent for a moment. Aiden's lights flickered and he lay motionless in the front seat.

Kit slammed open the door of the truck and smirked. She took out her phone and dialed A. "He's not going anywhere," she laughed. Kit then jumped back into the truck and drove away, while the sound of sirens blared in the distance.

[mason-the-writer]

She is | Self Para

Mason sat at his desk and rubbed his temples. He had called his brother earlier in the week to request help in finding Faith's uncle and his scum friends. Aaron had seemed more than happy to help out. Mason sighed and picked up a pen, writing down the description Faith had given him. He reached over to pick up the office phone when his cellphone rang. He looked down and picked it up.

"M," Aaron said into the phone. Mason knew that he was out 'In the field' because he called him his initial. "We got one of the guys. We have him in a warehouse in the downtown section a few towns over" Mason agreed to be there in 15 minutes. Mason went upstairs and grabbed a spare change of clothes. He walked outside and down the street to a dimly lit parking lot where there was a nondescript black impala waiting for him. He got in and they drove to the location in silence. When they got there, Mason and the man got out, who he knew as an old friend of Aaron's. Maosn nodded to the man. Normally they would have said hello and shook hands, but this was business. 

"Aar." Mason said to his brother. Aaron nodded and the walked into a room. There was a man who was tied up to a chair with a bag over his head.

"We found him last night on the strip, the parasite." Aaron said, then nodded to the men behind him. The man pulled the bag off the mans head. Mason watched the look of terror in his eye. "Maybe you can get him to crack M. You know her the best."

"H-her?" The man in front of him said, his voice cracking.

"Faith Summers." Mason said calmly, watching the Man's demeanor change. The man looked less scared, but happy almost. 

"You're here about that slut?" He said with a laugh. "Why bother? She such a little bitch!" The ropes around his hands were pulled tight.

"It would be in your best interest to remember which one of us is tied up right now." Mason said slowly. Aaron watched his brother. He had to admit, since Lacey's Death, he had had an odd sense of calm in situations like these. And it tended to scare him sometimes. Mason looked at the man. "You think it's funny do you. Kidnapping and raping a pregnant girl?"

"I mean come on, She's a slut, She'll take it from anyone. She's carrying a rape baby too, isn't she?" He laughed. "Besides, last times wasn't as fun, i had to share her with Brandon and Amos. This time," Peter said, with a twinkle in his eye. "I had her all to myself." He laughed, which made Mason's blood boil.  He looked at his brother and nodded. Aaron nodded back and turned, walking out of the room for a second. "And Damn does she fight, which makes it so much better. Though you would think, after years of this with Brandon and his brother, that she would have learned to not fight." As Peter went on, Aaron returned with a pistol and a pair of leather gloves, handing them to Mason. Mason took the gloves first and put them on, then took the pistol looking it over. The gloves were a precaution in case they had to dump the gun, which Nick had swiped from a nearby police station. He held the gun in his hand, checking the weight and nodding in approval, finally cocking it. Peter shut up. 

"Oh?" Mason said, faking surprise. "Now you shut up? But you were just going into detail about what you did to my little sister." Peter visibly swallowed.

"Woah wait. Brandon never said nothing about Micah having a son." Peter said nervously. Mason and Aaron exchanged looks and gave a small, scary laugh.

"Three brothers and a sister." Aaron said coming over. "not biologically, but close enough." He said with a sick smile. "You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us. Any last words?"

"I-uh-" Peter stuttered. "That bitch wan't worth being killed over. But damn, I got it good." Mason's anger began to boil as he checked, making sure the safety was off.

"And for the record." Mason said, calmly placing the barrel of the gun between Peter's eyes. The man started shaking. "Faith isn't a slut. She's a girl who never had a fair hand dealt to her. And even though he daughter was conceived from a rape, it doesn't make her love her any less. Faith will make an excellent mother. I will see to that. Too bad, you will never be able to." And with that, Mason pulled the trigger and brain matter splattered all over back wall. Peter's head lulled back. Mason handed the gun to the man who was standing near by as they put it in the bag that was on Peter's head. With a nod, Aaron and Mason left the room and Aaron drove him home.

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The next day it was on the news, the guys had dumped him in a lake.  It seemed that Peter Hayes had a few Gambling debts so the theory was it was an angry booky, though in hindsight, it didn't make much sense. A dead person don't pay debts. But Mason wasn't going to say anything. He skimmed the paper, reading the articles and theories. No one would ever suspect the famous author to have killed him, people barely knew him! Mason smiled. He had gotten the name of the other friend, Amos Pena, before Peter died. Aaron was currently on the hunt for him. With everything that had been happening to Mason the past week, It felt ince to know he had rid the world of an evil.

[mason-the-writer]

Interview Gone Wrong With Grace Cartell | Self Para

Grace: I'm Grace Cartell and I'm here with Horror writer and now Children's author Mason Anderson. Hello there.

Mason: Hello Ms. Cartell

Grace: *giggles* So Mr. Anderson. You have had great success with your previous three books, and then your newest one, which was the number one best seller for a month straight and on New York Times Must read list in the top 5. How does it feel?

Mason: I'm not sure how to answer that. I don't feel different, but I hope that it does touch someone.

Grace: I bet it has, i know I was up with the creeps late at night while reading your books, and for a while after. Now you moved from the big city of Seattle to a small New England town. Care to share?

Mason: Now why would I do that? i like not being recognized. I have a few fans there but I'm not mobbed every time I try to walk out of my house. So what would make you think I would want to give that up?

Gracie: Good point. So her's the number one question you must get: What got you into writing horror anyways?

Mason: It was just something I used to do in school and I ended up making a career out of it.

Grace: Speaking of high school, there's talk that your high school girlfriend ended up dying shortly before the book was released.

Mason: *nods* Yeah, she killed herself. It's a long story.

Gracie: I understand. And isn't it also true that you were engaged before your first book and your fiancee died as well?

Mason: Yes. Next Question.

Grace: Uhm, yes. And it seems like you have been spotted with a couple other girls? quite the ladies man.

Mason: What? No.

Grace: See here we have you with this little brunette over here, and then you on the beach with this red head. *hold up two pictures of Mason with a Brunette and RedHead*

Mason: Lets get this straight, now. The brunette over there is Faith. You'll see me with her a lot and talk about her a lot simply because she like my little sister. The Red head, however is Lucy. She is my girlfriend.

Grace: And what about this man? *holds up a picture of Mason with a man who's arm was around his shoulders, the audience gasps*

Mason: His Name is Dean and he's my best friend. He's eccentric and flamboyant and just a ball of energy. But I repeat, he is my Best Friend. So to recap, Faith equals sister. Lucy equals girlfriend. Dean equals best friend.

Grace: It doesn't look that way, but unfortunately we're out of time. I would Love to have you back Mr. Anderson. I'm Grace Cartell

[bridgette-shanely]

You don't understand | Self Para

Bridgette sat at her desk, drawing out simple things, sketches that she could expand on later when her dad knocked on the door.

"Bridgette?" He said, "We need to talk." Bridgette rolled her eyes and continued to ignore him. "Bridgette Rebecca Shanely. I know you are not deaf, I know you are just trying to make a point."

"Am I Dad?" She said, turning in her chair, looking at him. "And what point would that be? That people can function even if they can’t hear? Cause they can."

"I never said he couldn’t it just, its difficult to be around someone when they cant-"

"What? Understand what happens? How Things work? Cause he does dad. He runs his fathers old shop. He drives a motorcycle and-"

"He drives a motorcycle?" Alden said with raised eyebrows. "Well then that changes everything."

"Hahaha. I can hear the sarcasm, and for the record Preston can pick up on that too. Besides Dad, you’re the one who told me about sign language. You’re the one who told me about it, that that’s what he and his mom were doing. You’re the one who brought me to the library to get the books. You used to encourage our friendship. Now that his my boyfriend, you’re getting all unreasonable." Alden stood there and thought for a moment.

"You are right with that B." He said, ending the silence. "Its just you’ve been a little off since Jessica died. Do you think its fair to him?" Bridgette bit her lip.

"I tell him, that I’m sorry, that I’m a burden. But he just keeps saying he wants to be. That I should ‘burden’ him, even though its not a burden to him." Bridgette pauses. "He’s one of the few people who’s been there for me, who’s helped me with everything with Jessie. Preston and Dean are all I really have. They’re the ones who’ve been there for me, helped me. You don’t know him, you never even gave him the chance."

"Dean. He’s the guy you stayed with for about a week? The lawyer you consider a brother? That’s what you said right?" Bridgette nods, half surprised he paid any attention at all. He thought to himself as the room got awkwardly silent. "You’re right B. I was too quick to judge Preston. Other than he’s a teenage boy after my daughter and only wants to throw you down in the bed and take advance of you any way he can." Bridgette’s eyes went slightly wide. Sex had never even been mentioned between her and Preston before. They never talked about it or anything near that. They had never done anything more than kiss. "Nevertheless, he deserves the benefit of the doubt. Invite them over." He said with finality as he turned to leave.

"Woah woah woah woah." Bridgette said getting up and going to the door, her father pauses. "Them?" she gives a small, nervous laugh. "Th-them who?" Her father looks at her like its obvious.

"You said its, Dean and Preston that you have correct?" Bridgette idly nods. "Well I haven’t seen Preston since you two were little and I have yet to meet Dean, but being 22 and a lawyer is impressive."

"Wait Dean and Preston…?" Alden nodded his head. "At the same time? Like the same dinner?" Alden simply shrugged.

"You can decide that B." Alden said. "But I do want to meet, and try to talk to Preston, but you’ll have to interpret." Bridgette nodded. Alden walked away and Bridgette walked into her room, debating on texting or going to see the two.

[slow-down-autumn]

Gone | Self Para

It wasn't fair. Things were going so good it wasn't fair! Why was she here? Autumn ran to the door, trying to open it. She started to hit it, banging on it. Just then a wall lit up. It was a window, a normally one way window. There was a man in a suit, her ex boyfriend and he was holding Kelsey. Anger flared inside of her. How dare he even hold her!

"Autumn Pearson?" The man in the suit said.  "I'm Thomas Gunner with Child Protective Services. I am here to inform you that not only has Mr. Hunnington proven to be Kelsey Pearson's Biological father. He has also proven that he is a more fit parent than you are and that you have been unlawfully keeping him away from his daughter. I suggest you get a lawyer Miss Pearson, until then, Mr. Hunnington has full custody and you have no visitation. These are some very serious charges." With that the light went off and the three left the room.

"NO!" Autumn cried hitting the window. "NonononononoNO!" She cried some more and slid down, curling into a ball. That couldn't happen. There were a million reason why she was a better parent then William could ever be. Why was this happening to her. She didn't even hear the door unlocking.

[nicolette-cariver]

Nowhere to Turn || Self-Para