Spencer Peterson

N A M E : Peterson, Spencer A G E : 30 years old S P E C I E S : Human (Hunter) O C C U P A T I O N : US Marine C O R R U P T I O N - P O I N T S : 9,648 [ MOBILE NAVIGATION ]

[eva-writes]

SPENCER PETERSON & ARLO FUENTES

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt”

[x]

[thehunterpeterson]

are you not answering because you can't choose whose life matters more? answer the question up front like a man. you are a man, aren't you? whose life matters more? mercedes? lachlan? nathan? charlie? timothy? that's a lot of choices right there. which sibling would you save?

“Look, I don’t know what little sick games get you off, Jigsaw, but in case it escaped your notice the first time around, I won’t choose”.

[thehunterpeterson]

where do you see yourself in ten years

“Six feet under”.

[thehunterpeterson]

Do you ever feel disgusted by your own actions?

“Disgusted? No. I do them because I can, because I want to or because they have to be done”.

[thehunterpeterson]

it's incredibly unfortunate that you can't follow the code your parents ingrained into your mind. you are a hunter, are you not? stop fraternizing with supernaturals.

“First, there’s really no code, just a collection of teachings. Two, I’m a retired hunter. Three, I’m not fraternizing with supernaturals”.

[thehunterpeterson]

You are put in a situation where you can only save one sibling. Who is it?

“You’re a delusional moron if you think I’ll actually answer that”.

[mercedes-delgado-deactivated201]

Spencer?

[thehunterpeterson]

mercedes-delgado:

The nod wasn’t enough or her but it made her relax to hear him promise again out loud. Spencer was very good at two things. One of them was lying, and by now after sixteen years of watching him do it, Mercedes had caught on to slight fluctuations in his tone, the way he looked at someone when he lied, anything she could latch onto to help her see through his lies. But that was the thing about being good at something. When you were good at it, you used it often and shit, was Spencer good at lying, even to a woman who saw through anything. The second thing he was good at, was breaking promises. Goddamn, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually kept a promise to her. To anyone, actually. It tore her heart in two to think that even when she was fucking dying he was still pulling the same fucking crap he’d pull when they were younger. Seventeen, twenty, twenty-six, it didn’t matter how old they were, it was always the same. Mercedes would ask, and Spencer would lie to her face, plain and simple. 

This time, it was different. Instead of getting angry as she initially had shown sign of succumbing to, Mercedes felt a deep seeded pain. A pain that felt worse than any disease could have plagued her with, and she was sure in this moment, that her heart and truly began to crumble to pieces. “You know, we’ve been through a lot of shit, Spencer? A lot of shit, and I honestly, do not know how I came out of it. I wanted to die. Every single damn day for sixteen years now, I have wanted to die, but I just don’t, die.” Mercedes let out a spiteful laugh, a tear spilling down her cheek as her head began to shake and her eyes set dead on straight at her brother’s. “I just don’t. But god, you showed me, didn’t you? Fuck, congratulations you fucking showed me that I haven’t nearly felt enough pain to deserve a break and you just haved at it didn’t you, Spencer?” Laughing again, the huntress mustered as much strength as she could getting up off of that bed, walking up to her brother and pressing her hand lightly on his chest to move him backward. 

“You’ve lied to me the moment you stepped into Gregory and Susan’s house until right fucking now, the moment where I’m dying and you’re standing there spewing off crap, telling me not to be the martyr?” Mercedes’ voice rose for only a moment, her tone evening as soon as she felt herself lose control of her own emotions. “I think, maybe I should die. Maybe if I die it’ll do you some good. Bring you a little peace in this world where all you hear is martyr Mama Mere telling you what to do. God, you know what? I hope I do die first so I don’t have to watch you lie all the way to your grave you son of a bitch, I love you. I love you so much, my heart grows so big for you, for Lachlan, and Nathan, Tim and Charlie but fuck you, Spencer. Fuck you for not allowing me the truth when I could have taken my last breath.” By now it was beginning to feel as though she were choking on her words, the sadness in her eyes and her tone of voice pressing against jaded lips before she slammed her door shut, feeling the sting of her broken knuckles against the grain of the wooden door. All she knew was that she wanted to get away from her heartbreak, and that heartbreak was her own brother, Spencer. 

Spencer was ready for the yelling, the recrimination, the whole Mama Mere shtick. That was how it always had been: he did something his sister disapproved, she lectued him for it. Instead of getting that familiar package, she gave him a sob story on how everything was terrible and she just wanted out. A deep brown settled on his brow as he listened to her say those things. He felt bad for her, on some level he really did feel bad that his sister was going through that much pain. “For fuck’s sake, Mere, you’re better than this” he stated as he let out a breath. That was probably not the wisest choice of words in this situation. But the Mercedes Delgado he grew up with was a goddamn fighter, as tough as they came but with that special gentle side that most of the Knight siblings didn’t have, not the way she did.

The Marine genuinely couldn’t understand how she was so filled with self-pity and why she was so intent on drowning in her own pain the way she was doing. They all had their coping mechanisms, some better than others, but this... Mere was giving up. “Goddammit, stop being a fucking victim! Yes, we all have pain in our lives, yes we’ve all been through a lot of shit, but we don’t give up like this, Mercedes!” the man exploded, raising his voice at his sister so he could somehow quiet down her pity party and all those self-deprecating words. “I didn’t tell you the fucking truth because I knew you would do this! I fucking knew it. You blame yourself for everything. It’s a fucking pattern with you, you do it over and over. You want to carry with all our problems on your shoulders all the damn time. So let me break it to you, dear sister, but you didn’t invent infections and death. There were fucked up diseases before you came along and there will continue to be long after you’re gone. Just fucking accept it once and for all: it’s not your goddamn fault”.

He lied to everyone. Constantly. Lies had their place as one of his lines of defense and no matter how much Mere wanted that to change, it wouldn’t. That part of him had been shaped before he met her, before he even was adopted by the Knights. Lies were a protection, both for himself and for those he cared enough to protect. If Mere didn’t approve of it, well... that was her problem. “Don’t be ridiculous, Mercedes. You shouldn’t die” he said to her as he grabbed the hand she’d placed on his chest. Spencer didn’t know what the hell had gotten into his sister, why she was so intent on burdening herself this way with everything that had been going on. “If you want me to apologize, it’s not gonna happen, okay? I’d rather have you go in peace with a lie. Easy as that” he retorted with an air of finality on the matter. He lied and he’d do it again given the choice.

[thehunterpeterson]

[thehunterpeterson]

les misérables

Les Misérables: Do you think people should revolt if the governmentis corrupt?

“Of course. If a government is corrupt, why the fuck should the people put up with it? The government serves the people, not the other way around”.

[thehunterpeterson]

Spencer was very good at two things. One of them was lying [...] The second thing he was good at, was breaking promises

Mercedes Delgado [x]

[mercedes-delgado-deactivated201]

Spencer?

[thehunterpeterson]

mercedes-delgado:

It was obvious he wasn’t listening to a word she was saying. But it wasn’t like she could blame him. Spencer had just seen his sister die and come back to life as it seemed, and now she was talking about seeing their dead father which all in all was not possible. It just…wasn’t. Yet she’d seen him just moments ago so vivid in her head now as if she could touch him, the hug she had given her…it was all so real to her. Tears formed in her eyes as she thought about Gregory, someone she cared very dearly for, and always had thought of as a father even if not by blood. Letting out a shaky breath of air, Mercedes looked up at Spencer, exhaustion in her eyes but also sincerity. “I know what I saw, Spencer. He was right there, he was so real and- and alive.” She repeated again, running a hand through her hair before she realized her knuckles were indeed still bloodied and broken from when she’d hit the wall in anger. 

“Promise?” Mercedes stated, even after he did already promise her he would. Part of her didn’t believe him, and knew he might let her sleep and forget all she had just told him. Chalking it up to be some weird ‘near death experience’ and leave it at that. It didn’t feel like just a phantom invading her head space. Though she was worried, she allowed her brother to help her up and take her into the room she slept. The dark blood that began to fall from his nose however, gave her pause. A breath of air escaped her lungs as her eyes widened, and she let go of Spencer then, backing up until she found herself falling backwards onto her mattress. “I knew…this whole time you lied to me, and when I ask you lied to me again! How…how dare you! How dare you keep this from me, I’m your sister. I have a right to know, goddammit how fucking long, Spencer?” Mercedes’ voice rose as she spoke, feeling more power than she had in months. Whatever just happened to her seemed to kick start her body even if it felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach about a hundred times. The anger she felt towards her brother for lying was impeccable. It outweighed anything else she felt. Except for her guilt. That would always outweigh anything else she felt, and right now was no exception.

He didn’t think Mercedes was lying when she said she’d seen their adoptive father, but he certainly didn’t attribute some higher meaning to the weird imagery seen by half-dead woman in a period of unconsciousness. “If you say you saw him, you saw him” he stated, letting her have this one just so he could drag her back to bed. He was as gentle as he could be, which wasn’t something that easily came out of a man like him, but he was still left with the leftover death scare of nearly losing Mere. So the gentleness came a little easier this time around.

The Marine nodded in response, reassuring her that he had indeed promised. Of course with Spencer Peterson one could never know. He was quite selective with which promises he kept and which ones he didn’t, and that was a selection process that wasn’t always in his hands. Sometimes circumstances just didn’t cooperate with him. But for Mere’s tranquility he even uttered the words again after that nod “I promise”. He wasn’t ecstatic about contacting Lach and Charlie and drag them into this nonsense. All he wanted was to keep the both of them outside of the loop in order to make sure they were safe.

His lie came to bite him in the ass the second the black blood dripped down his nose. Cue the drama. “If you’re good at something, you make use of that skill, right?” he replied, probably with more cynicism than he should have. Funnily enough, that was the truth. Spencer Peterson was a splendid liar, and if he had to lie through his teeth to achieve what he wanted, he did it. He lied to his sister to make sure she wouldn’t blame herself for the fact that he was also infected. “No. Don’t do that” he shook his head and looked away with some annoyance clear in his expression. He just knew her so well. She was blaming herself for this, she was beginning her self-flagellation routine, she was putting over herself brick after brick of guilt for his condition. “Don’t be a goddamn martyr about this, Mere. Everyone’s fucking sick at this point, I could have gotten infected when I go out for supplies, for all we know”.

[thehunterpeterson]

nikolai-sokoloff:

To say that Nikolai had a shitty week would be a vast understatement. In addition to dying from sickness without a cure, he spent a night held up in a lockup for breaking curfew unknowingly. When he got out, the town started to look like one of those places touched by war, a shenanigan he has no energy to deal with. Now sitting on the stairs of his building, being surrounded by a group of people with the crazed eyes, he can’t help but sigh out of irritation. “Amateurs…” He mutters under the breath as he stands up. “Here to show me some mercy?” He asks flatly, eyeing the people, presumably the so-called hunting party. He finds that name or what they do laughable. But he is in no mood for a laugh. “’cause I don’t have any in me.”

Getting supplies for Mere and himself wasn’t exactly an easy task, especially when the infection was so deeply rooted in his system that his body sometimes failed him. But ‘easy’ was vastly overrated, and Spencer was the kind of idiot who did almost anything to ensure his familie’s safety and his own survival. If going into town with his hunting gear to steal supplied was what needed to be done, the Marine pulled it off.

Being a wanted man was less and less relevant when the levels of fucked up shit that were happening in town became priorities for the authorities. It was liked a simplified version of an extraction plan. Get in, get the prize, get out. With his supplies stashed in his backpack the man started to make his way back to the cabin in the woods when he ran into a group of hunters. He didn’t get the headcount when he fired the first shot, successfully putting a bullet in the head of one of those assholes. He quickly gained cover close to a building, moving through a narrow street and coming out to find a familiar face. “Long time no see, big guy”. Part of the group he’d ran into earlier was gathering there “Did you piss them off or something? Because I may or may not have shot one of their pals. It was self-defense, I swear” he said to Nikolai with a smirk crossing his lips. His excuse was obviously not an honest one, except the part of shooting on self-defense. But there was something in Spencer’s eyes, in spite of how shitty this damn infection could make him feel, there was really nothing quite like the thrill of a hunt. These so called ‘hunters’ had just digged their own grave if they wanted to truly come up against real hunters like Nikolai and him.

[mercedes-delgado-deactivated201]

Spencer?

[thehunterpeterson]

mercedes-delgado:

It could have been a dream, some weird, sick dream that she was having where she had seen Gregory again. Though she didn’t think that was possible, considering her chest hurt like hell as if it had been pounded on, set to restart, so it was obvious that she had been gone. Whether that meant she was dead, or unconscious, in a mild coma or maybe even some sick supernatural like state the disease had created for her, she didn’t quite know. All she knew was that her father had spoken to her and was trying to give her a hint as to how she could save herself and her brother. Taking his hand in hers, Mercedes lifted herself from the wall, weak and completely worn out from the toll the sickness had on her body. “I mean…I saw him. I don’t know, it was like…he was here, right in front of me and we weren’t…I don’t know where we were.” Mercedes shook her head, narrowing her eyes as she winced a little in pain. “Yes, I remember, but there’s parts that are fragmented. It feels like everything’s trying to shut down on me but now that I know there’s a solution to this problem, I’m sure as hell not letting it go now.” The huntress pressed on, nodding for him to help her stand up. 

If there was a cure, perhaps they could start with who started this whole thing and why. Someone in town was guilty, and that meant somehow they’d have to go out and find out. “We need to talk to Lach or Charlie, get someone out there looking for whoever started this whole thing. Don’t you understand? Gregory was trying to tell me something, about this, about- about who started all of this. Whatever or whoever started it, that is…what if they’re not even human, Spence?” Her mind was racing with ideas, trying to calculate who in town she knew could do a thing like this. That answer, she wasn’t sure of. By now she knew most people were sick, and she doubted any of them started the damn plague only to thrust it upon themselves. 

Spencer had no idea what the fuck just happened to his sister. One moment she was unconscious in his arms, with a decreased heart rate and giving no signs of actually breathing, and then next she was awake and spewing nonsense about having seen their dad. Did he believe her? Not particularly. The Marine simply took that as some sort of ‘I almost saw the light’ shit as Mere was slipping away from him. Someone people recalled fragments of their lives and other people had trippy dreams about a dead parent, it seemed. What mattered to him was that she was alive. She was here and not just as an empty carcass that looked like his sister but couldn’t even recognize him. No, she was here again. Mere, with her memories back with her.

“Mere, you have to rest” the man completely ignored everything else she had been saying, focusing on the fact that she was fatally ill and needed some sleep to prevent something as fucked up as what had just happened from happening to her again. He helped her up and kept a steady hold of her so she wouldn’t lose balance and fall. “You’re not okay and you need to get some sleep. Now” the autorithative tone returned to his voice, but she would surely detect the understone of concern still present in his tone. “I’ll call them in the morning, I promise” the man assured her as she mentioned their sisters. He started to lead her back to her room, listening to the theories she was having about the beginning of the infection but this was not the time to discuss that, not when she was so weak and in need of good rest. “I’ll talk to them and see how they can help to dig some more information, okay?” he turned to look at her, a trail of dark blood starting to run down his nose. He moved a hand up on instinct, to keep the warm liquid from running down his skin any further. He knew his sister had surely seen that.

[thehunterpeterson]

Call: Spencer

Callie: For god sake Spencer. Of course I noticed you idiot. I read it in the papers too. You think i'm going to run to the police? We? Who are you with? *Sighs frustratedly* I just wanted to check in.

Spencer: Well, then that's all you need to know: I'm a wanted man. So stay away, forget about my problems and take care of Eliza... It doesn't matter who I'm with. I'm fine, I'm alive. So call this 'check in' of yours successful.

[mercedes-delgado-deactivated201]

Spencer?

[thehunterpeterson]

mercedes-delgado:

She desperately wished she knew who he was so that he wouldn’t look as hurt as he did right now. The pleading look in his eyes only made her brow furrow deeper, racking her brain to find out where she’d seen him before. His eyes…they were so familiar. But how could she have a brother and not know about him? The look on his face told her that they had known each other for a great deal of time, and it was killing him inside to have her stare blankly at him as if he were some stranger. Guilt set in when she couldn’t find the memories, trying to piece together what little information she had. “Spencer…Spencer Peterson…my adoptive brother…” Mercedes breathed out, looking down at the ground in front of her, feeling as though her brain were at its full capacity just trying to come up with these memories. “And I’m Mercedes. Mama Mere, I’m your sister.” The pieces were coming together again, slowly, but as they did, she could feel the rest of her deteriorate. First her ability to stand and move properly, then her lungs, and finally her sight began to fade. That’s when she began to panic. 

Please don’t die. You can’t die now, you’re so young, you shouldn’t be here now. Why are you here now? Mercedes! Someone was shaking her, yelling into her face and pleading with her limp body. When she opened her eyes, shock filled them seeing her father, Gregory’s face near her own, breathing with such life in his eyes. God those eyes, they were so welcoming, all she could do was grab onto his chest and pull herself into his embrace. The only thing holding her together was the fact that she knew he was dead…and that meant…“I’m dead…aren’t I?” Mercedes spoke softly, her eyes going wide as she looked up at her father’s kind but tired eyes. Buck up kiddo, the only reason you’re here now is because you’ve got more life to live. I’m here to tell you something. Something important, and you know what that is? This disease that you and Spencer have, it’s…something caused this. Something unhuman. And you’ve got to get your ass back there and find out what, do you hear me? Your mother and I didn’t die so you could die from this now. Live, Mercedes. Just live. Her father began to fade away from her, his grasp on her shoulders no longer present, and her vision blurring. She could still feel a violent shake of her body still, someone’s arms wrapped around her body tightly, the warmth of the person’s chest pressed against her cheek. Slowly, her heart began to beat at a normal rate, her lungs filling with air causing her to breath in deeply and her eyes flew open. “Dad!” Mercedes breathed out, her fingers tightening around her brother’s shirt as she grabbed for his chest. “Dad, he…Spencer, I saw dad.”

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, consider that maybe his sister was in fact remembering him again. Yet he couldn’t help but smile a little and feel some hope ignite when she said his name. His full name. “Yes, Mere. That’s me” he answered with a nod. He could see how she was trying to remember, struggling to retain her memories. “Damn right you’re my sister” he even cuckled a little after she spoke again, also saying that nickname he gave her that she never particularly liked. Mama Mere. Only he called her that way so the fact that she remembered something like that had to mean something, right? His sister wasn’t slipping away.

When the unconsciousness took her something in him was genuinly feeling panic, the cold grasp of fear in its purest form at the notion that he could lose his sister right now. Mere could die then and there, ceasing to exist in his arms. In spite of how afraid he was, the Marine didn’t freeze and surrender to it. He acted, did what he could to revive her. He couldn’t tell for sure for how long she was gone, but to him seconds stretched out to feel eternal. Out of nowhere her eyes opened and Spencer felt like he could start to breathe easy again. “Mere. Come on, stay with me” he said as he patted her cheek, bringing her attention back after whatever it was that she saw. It puzzled him that her first words was ‘Dad’. “What? What do you mean you saw dad?” the man asked, frowning at the notion that just now she had dreamed about a dead person. “Are you- Your memories are back?” he felt compelled to ask, since he did feel the recognition from her part now. He just had to make sure she was back.

[thehunterpeterson]

arlo-fuentes:

She remained silent as she spoke about her, not knowing what to say. They weren’t major details, they weren’t things that could hurt her or reveal her, but they were real things, and that unnerved her. She wanted him to stop, she wanted to rewind time so she never heard him talk about her, but she couldn’t. Arlo held her breath as he began to slip away, watching carefully as he slid into unconsciousness.

Walking over to the couch he had managed to remain on, Arlo hooked her arms under his arms and yanked him off the couch, his feet hitting the floor loudly, and his weight pulling her down. With some effort, and plenty of cursing she managed to drag him to a spare patch of floor in her tiny apartment, and laid him on his back. 

Quickly she headed into her bedroom where she had left the amulet that held her healing power and transferred it to herself, giving up her advanced intuition for the moment. She could feel the magic working its way through her system, relieving all her aches and soothing her muscles. Going back to Spencer she kneeled beside him and closed her eyes, and focused, drawing the magic to her to heal him. It was odd how all magic felt different, her natural power felt like hands reaching out, the first power she stole felt like an electric current over her skin, and her healing felt like waves rippling over her. 

Placing her hands on the hunters chest, Arlo began to heal him as best she could, it was almost as though she were injecting it into him, and she could see where it was as the magic moved throughout him. She pushed and pushed, but she could tell that it wasn’t healing him, not completely anyway. Her eyes remained closed as she worked, her magic wearing away at the illness and stitching up his recent wounds. As she slowly drained she began to slip away, passing out on the floor near him. 

Spencer gradually became aware of certain sensations as his consciousness began to slip back into him. He couldn’t fully register what it was that he felt, those waves of warm energy that were somehow revitalizing him. He didn’t consciously register it, it was just something he started to feel. The dizziness and weariness that forced him to pass out were gone and at last his eyes snapped open.

It was somewhat disorienting, but it didn’t take him that long to recall where he was and with whom he was before he passed out. It took but a second for the Marine to notice the young woman was laying by his side, unconscious. Her name slipped out of his lips with a concerned note as his hands cupped her cheeks. Spencer patted them to wake her up but it didn’t work. His mind began to work its own conclusions and the man worried that perhaps Arlo could be infected as well and had chosen not to tell him. No, she couldn’t be sick. It was painful enough knowing he was losing his sister to that fucked up infection, he didn’t want to even consider someone else he cared about could end up going through the same suffering Mere was.

His brain worked the next conclusion in mere seconds and he quickly let go of the young woman as his eyes widened a bit. He was feeling considerably stronger than he did when he walked into the appartment, like somehow his illness had stopped bothering him temporarily, and there was Arlo, passed out after his energy had been given back by means he couldn’t fully understand. It just clicked. She had done something to him to give some vitality back to him, to mend whatever cuts and bruises he had on his body. Hell, even his broken knuckles that were on a slow recovery process felt restored.

Arlo was right. He didn’t have a fucking clue who she was. She was a damn supernatural. She had been one of them all this time and he, the mighty hunter, hadn’t even suspected it. He even slept with her, he even started to feel these... things for her. It pissed him off how fucked up that was, how life was having a practical joke at his expense. Inevitably he thought of Mere and how he reacted when he found out she had fallen in love with a fucking vampire. Now he was in a similar situation, getting hit by karma’s full force of reckoning.

He knew that he should hate Arlo. He was supposed to start hating her guts in that moment, upon learning that she was one of those creatures. Spencer was positively pissed off, but he didn’t hate her. He couldn’t hate her... and that only added to his anger, because it would have been easier to do it.

[thehunterpeterson]

50 book asks

the adventures of huckleberry finn: do you think kids or their parents are responsible for their beliefs?

the alchemist: what are your current plans for the future? will you be upset if they don't work out?

alice's adventures in wonderland: how do you react to absurd situations?

and then there were none: do you think murderers deserve to die?

artemis fowl: how much do you depend on technology?

beowulf: is it always worthwhile to hear both sides of an argument?

the canterbury tales: if someone is hypocritical, do you point it out?

cat's cradle: do you think it's better to believe a lie than to live with an unpleasant truth?

charlotte's web: what's your favorite art form?

coraline: if you could change your family, what would you change?

the crucible: how heavily do you depend on others when forming opinions?

fahrenheit 451: do you think there's any knowledge that should be kept secret?

the fault in our stars: if you could have one conversation before you died, who would you talk to and what would you say?

flowers for algernon: how much potential do you think you have?

frankenstein: is it wise for humans to attempt to create life?

the giver: talk about a favorite memory

the great gatsby: what would you sacrifice for money?

harry potter: if you could bring someone back from the dead, would you? if so, who would it be?

the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy: what do you think is the meaning of life?

the hobbit: do you think the average person has the potential to be a hero?

holes: if someone poor stole from someone rich, who would you sympathize with?

howl's moving castle: how quickly do you form opinions about other people?

the hunger games: would you kill someone if they planned to kill you?

identical: how clear is your perception of reality?

the importance of being earnest: are you flattered or annoyed by gentlemanly behavior?

inferno: do you think you belong in hell? why or why not?

jonathan livingston seagull: is perfection a good goal?

the joy luck club: describe your family

jurassic park: do you think it's wrong to use animals as attractions and accessories?

the kite runner: if you could, what social issue would you spread awareness about?

les misérables: do you think people should revolt if the government is corrupt?

life of pi: if you were stranded, would you be able to take care of yourself?

the lightning thief: what would you be the god/goddess of?

the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe: if you could start a new life in a new world, would you?

lord of the flies: what motivates you best?

lord of the rings: is it important to work for the greater good of the world?

of mice and men: would you kill your closest friend to save them from a worse fate?

the perks of being a wallflower: does listening to other people's problems help you or weigh you down?

the phantom of the opera: how much do you judge others on physical appearance?

pride and prejudice: are you romantic?

the princess bride: what's your best feature?

a raisin in the sun: what is your most important possession?

romeo and juliet: have you ever done anything ridiculous for love? what?

stargirl: do you value uniqueness?

the taming of the shrew: would you be willing to be in a relationship with someone who is very dominant?

the tell-tale heart: is there anything you feel guilty about right now? what?

to kill a mockingbird: do you believe something has value simply because it's beautiful?

twilight: how consistent are your feelings about people close to you?

watership down: do you think your right to life is any greater than an animal's?

the westing game: if you died now, what would you want to happen to your possessions?