*FINISHED* It Ends Tonight [Matthew!]

[&&.matthew daskon.]

Matthew didn’t know what was going on.
He was unconscious, but coming round, slowly. He felt himself being carried out of the building – was it Kiara? No, she wouldn’t be able to pick him up. He could hear laughing, that stopped, and somebody shouting. The voice was familiar, an adult’s... Matt realised who it was; it was Mister Jones, an English teacher, who often helped as a secretary as well.
How did he get here?
He heard the teacher shout something – at Kiara, he thought – and then he felt the air move as Leonhardt rushed past.
The laughing had stopped.
The year nine felt himself be placed down on the overgrown grass. He blinked, and opened his eyes, but had to shut them soon after; even the little light the moon and stars offered gave him a headache. After giving himself a second to adjust to the light, he tried to sit up, shakily. Matthew tried to shift himself, and let out a low groan of pain as pain shot through his left leg. It was broken.
“Dammit!” He’d never broken a bone before. Squinting over the long grass, he saw Leon, but he had no idea where Kiara was.
“Sir?” he called, cautiously. “Sir, are you okay?”

WORDS;; { two hundred and nine }
NOTES;; { none }

[*/ leonhardt jones]

{ it's scratching on the walls }
{ in the closet in the halls }
{ i must confess that i feel like a monster }

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as he sat up, leon quickly patted the pockets of his jeans. damn... no phone. no tin cans with bits of string, nothing! the english teacher suddenly looked other at matt, seeing him sit up, though shaking. the secretary forced himself to slowly move over to the year nine student, eyes fixed on him though ending up gritting his teeth in pain after a moment and stopping some way away from the dark haired pupil. "i am fine, matthew..." albeit i have a sprained ankle, slowly, leon forced himself to stand up, looking towards his house. then he looked at kiara, unconscious, and then matt, whose leg was at a slightly awkward angle. now matthew's leg was broken. the sight of it made leonhardt know that he had only sprained his ankle.

leon stumbled slightly, before looking towards matt. "if i helped you get there, would you be able to get over to my house...?" he asked, frowning a little bit.

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• TAGS/ closed; kiara cherrystone, matthew daskon...
• WORDS/ 160.
• MUSE/ meh.
• COMMENTS/ none.

[&&.matthew daskon.]

“Yeah... I think so...” Matt stood up awkwardly, using the crumbling fence as most of his support. The year nine could hold his body strength well, though, and managed to hop over to where Leon was. “What’re we gonna do about Kiara?” he asked. Though she’d just tried to kill him, and almost succeeded this time, he didn’t want to leave her there.
Matthew had gone out without his phone – a stupid thing to do, he knew now – so he couldn’t phone an ambulance, or Keith, or anyone. Clearly, Mister Jones didn’t have his phone either. Sighing, the tall jock glnced down at Kiara again. “One of us is going to have to carry her to your house, sir.”

WORDS;; { one hundred and nineteen }
NOTES;; { none }

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

I blinked my eyes open, staying completely silent. I didn't exactly know what on Earth just happened, but I had somehow been knocked unconscious and I was... Wait a second, where am I now? All I could see were red, blue and purple dots and swirls in the air around me. Past the dots and swirls I could just about see... Um... I think I could see overgrown grass, a broken fence, and a broken path. I rolled over onto my front, probably looking a little confused to anyone who was watching. I breathed out in a gasp-like way. I pushed myself up, trying to fix my thoughts. I sat; kneeling up on the cold concrete floor below me. How the hell did I get out here? It was only then I felt a throbbing pain on my temple. What the hell..? I placed my hand where it hurt and mouthed the word: 'ow'.

And that's not the only place where I felt pain, I realised I had somehow been... Kicked? In the stomach. I took my hand from my head and moved it to my stomach, wincing a little. My thoughts were still jumbled up- I could only remember certain things. I remember Matthew and me being together... Somewhere? And then I pushed him into... Something? And... Bricks fell from the sky... That doesn't make any sense, I told myself, finding it hard to place the words together. I started to get a little bit annoyed with myself. Why couldn't I remember anything? Hopefully I'll remember everything a little bit later... But not too later. I could remember everything that happened in my life up until about fifteen minutes ago. I remember the twelve murders; what they look like, what their names were and stuff. I remember my father's last words. I remember the beach incident. I remember my first kiss... That apparently meant nothing.

But at this point in time, I didn't care what happened in the past. I cared about what just happened, and why I was out here and not crushed by a ton of bricks... My twirling colourful lights faded, and I could just about see everything clearly. Wait a second... Why was I on the estate? I looked around, and then at a broken house. Some things fell into place. That's it... This was the place I kept all my murders, and Matthew walked in as I was just about to commit suicide, and then I scared him... I threw him into a wall, and the place came crashing down on us. That explains the falling bricks! I was laughing at Matthew because he was unconscious and has a broken leg! Wait, was he dead now? Where was he? If he was dead and crushed... What the fuck was I doing out here? Am I dead?

In fact, I was so busy thinking, I didn't even realise there were two people talking in the area. Well, I didn't notice until I heard freakin Matthew speaking. He was meant to be dead! No way could he be alive now...

One of us is going to have to carry her to your house, Sir.

Hahaha..! No.

... Don't fucking count on it. I hissed, but I wasn't sure if they heard or not.

That's when it crashed on me, which Sir was it? I closed my eyes tight for a couple of seconds, wondering if I should dare to turn around and find out. I wasn't scared. Just look!

I did as my mind told me, only to find out it was Mr Jones. Oh great this was going to be easy... Not.

That's when I remembered something else. It was him who winded me and kicked me in the stomach. He was the one who hit me and knocked me unconscious. Shock took over me and I scrambled to my feet, twisted around and pressed myself against the broken wooden fence, facing the teacher and my enemy. I still held the fence in case I fell, but I was completely shocked. I was that shocked, I actually bent some of the wood back, and got splinters in my hands. It didn't bother me too much. I just wanted to stay as far away from the people in front of me as I possibly could. I could tell that this was going to get very awkward.

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Words: 721
Notes: xDD

[*/ leonhardt jones]

{ it's scratching on the walls }
{ in the closet in the halls }
{ i must confess that i feel like a monster }

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leon kept his eyes on the year nine student, ready to leap forward in case he fell over, but the student had made it over to him fine. it seemed that matthew knew exactly how to move with a broken leg, as if he'd experienced one before. he blinked slowly, glancing over at the body of kiara cherrystone. slight frown on his face. was she really the one who killed all those people? leon felt his researcher instincts kick in as he heard matt speak again, hearing the hiss though not paying any attention to it. he knew that it had come from kiara, because from the corner of his eye he had seen her twitch and move her mouth. "i'll have to carry her if she doesn't object," the english teacher murmured quietly, turning his gaze to the female student, blinking slowly.

"though it seems she is fine, physically. inside i wonder how what she has done is affecting her," his voice had a slightly dark tone to it as he kept his eyes on kiara, who was leaning against the fence now for support.

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• TAGS/ closed; kiara cherrystone, matthew daskon.
• WORDS/ 169.
• MUSE/ murdered.
• COMMENTS/ ...

[&&.matthew daskon.]

A small shudder ran through Matthew as he thought of the corpses. He winced; sometimes he got so angry he thought he could kill somebody – everybody got that feeling sometimes – but he knew he’d never be able to actually do it.
Turning round to the English teacher slash secretary, he glanced down at Kiara, still keeping his distance. Well, he couldn’t really be to blamed for keeping his distance. She had just tried to kill him.
“We should get going, Mister Jones... I can’t stand here forever. I’ve never broken a bone before.” Matt squinted to see across the road; nobody was out, except for a cat that wandered past and was soon gone. He hoped that the teacher’s house wasn’t very far, because he needed to rest his broken leg, and soon. It would be likely that he needed to go to hospital, but he didn’t care. Right now, Matthew just wanted to talk to Keith briefly and go to sleep. He was exhausted.

WORDS;; { one hundred and sixty six }
NOTES;; { pretty good for 5:35 AM xD }

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

I honestly didn't know what to do, I didn't want to make a wrong move, or say something that would completely give me away. Leon seemed to be thinking about it - sometimes. Matthew looked tired, and he looked as if he wanted to go home or talk to Keith or someone. I just felt sick with worry; worried that I'll give myself away, worried someone would go to the police, worried Matthew would tell Keith, worried the spirits of those who I killed would come after me. I actually felt no other emotion at this time, just worry on it's own. It's not the best feeling ever, I can tell you that... I guess it's better than guilt or something like that... Jealousy. I knew that under all of this worry, I actually felt jealous. I bet you could guess why... But I didn't want to feel jealous.

If only I could go back in time. If I could go back six years, I would have stopped those people from bullying me before they could, and I wouldn't have knocked out a boy and got kicked out of school. If I could go back four years, I could have stopped my parents from taking me out in the car that day, they would be alive. I wouldn't have to come here to Sonnisle.

But if I could go back in time, only by one year, I would've stopped myself from bumping into Keith, I would have saved myself from looking at him when he was smiling at me like that, and I would have kept out of his way. I wouldn't have cared that he had a boyfriend a year later, they could get on by themselves, happily. I could've stopped myself from slitting my wrists the other night, I would've stopped myself from going onto the beach in the first place, and I wouldn't have seen Keith hugging Matthew, I wouldn't see that ghost who took over me, I wouldn't have collapsed, and then I wouldn't have to help Matthew save Keith from his moment of insanity. If I didn't care they were together, I wouldn't kill those twelve innocent people, I wouldn't have hurt Matthew, I wouldn't even be here. I could be happy...

But nothing goes right for me. Nothing at all.

I was so busy thinking, I didn't notice I was staring into space, and I didn't hear what Mr Jones and Matthew said. I let go of the fence, falling forwards a little, but managing to stay on my feet. I lifted my arms a little, backing away.

I should... Go now.

Crap.

I remembered what I'd done to my wrists and quickly snatched down my arms, hiding them behind me and biting my lip. Well done, Kiara, could you be more suspicious? I wondered if they noticed anything...

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Words: 468
Notes: sorry it took so long :l "could you be more suspicious?" sand, i got that from watching eastenders with you yesterday xDD

[&&.matthew daskon.]

Matthew's light blue eyes had been on the English teacher, thinking how he would react to when Kiara got up and such. Kiara's words caught his attention, however.
'I should... Go now.'
His head lifted towards her, and all he wanted to do was glare at her; come back with a great remark as she walked off. But he... well, he just couldn't. Something stirred deep inside of him for the year nine girl. Maybe she didn't mean to kill all these people. Who knows what had happened before he'd known her... Matt guessed she was confused, depressed, and something else. Maybe it wasn't her fault she was like this...
The feeling in him was pity.

It was totally bizarre, to look down at this year nine girl, Kiara Cherrystone, who had attempted to kill him twice, broken his leg, murdered twelve innocent people then try to take her own life, and not feel any hate at all - just... pity. Sympathy for the lost girl who hurt others.

As she moved her arms behind her body, the year nine jock caught sight of a red cut on her arm. A few, actually. His stomach churned as he realised they were deliberate.

"Did you cut yourself?" His voice was filled with shock and disbelief. With a quick glance at Mr. Jones, he looked at the other year nine, waiting for her to respond, or for somebody to say... something.

WORD COUNT;; { two hundred and fifty }
COMMENTS;; { haha, that was epic, watching it together xD }

[*/ leonhardt jones]

{ it's scratching on the walls }
{ in the closet in the halls }
{ i must confess that i feel like a monster }

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i've had a broken leg... but that was because my father accidently pushed me off a swing, leonhardt thought, remembering the incident with his eyes narrowed and barely looking at matthew. when he heard the soft voice of kiara cherrystone saying that she should go, the english teacher snapped his head around and looked at the black haired female, noticing that as she pulled her arms down there were various lengths of deep red scratches. she had been cutting herself? the secretary hadn't thought of the year nine as a student low enough to do that.

however, he had no answer in response to the female. instead his eyes glazed over, hiding the anger that was threatening to take over their usual mask of happiness.

"did you cut yourself?" that was matthew's voice. steadily, leon shifted a little on his legs, almost stumbling.

"i thought you were strong enough to not give into deliberate self-harm, and strong enough not to let the murderous beast that lives inside us all free. i am disappointed, kiara..." the ex-MI6 agent's voice had an extremely noticeable huskiness to it, and a darker tone.

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• TAGS/ closed: kiara cherrystone, matthew daskon
• WORDS/ 187
• MUSE/ wobbling everywhere
• COMMENTS/ i be using google chromee.. o-o

[`kiara cherrystone ;;]

I was relieved when none of them noticed the red cuts across both my wrists. I relaxed, and almost sighed, but held it in since they would suspect something if I did. At least now I didn't have to explain anything to them. I wasn't going to tell them the truth, I couldn't! Not while Matthew's there, and if I... Well, I wouldn't tell the teacher if he was the last person on Earth. I knew, even though I didn't want to believe it, that I would have to tell someone soon, I couldn't keep it a secret my whole life, someone would find out soon enough. I looked at the secretary quickly, he was still quiet, which was kind of a good thing. Then I looked at Matthew, and I couldn't take my eyes away from him. I noticed his eye twitched slightly, as if he wanted to glare at me, but another emotion was taking over and I couldn't see what it was.

Matthew was one of those people who were easy to like, but somehow I hated him, I really really hated him. I knew he didn't know why I hated him so much, he wasn't here last year when that little thing happened. Hopefully, he'd never find out either. It came to me then that I had so many secrets, too many secrets. This could possibly be why I hated myself so much. If I keep this up, then something bad is going to happen to me. I knew it was already happening to me, but I would go completely insane in the end. I'd be locked up. I wouldn't be allowed to communicate with anyone. I'd be kept in a dark cell until my death. I decided to go though everything, and see what secrets I could let out of my system.

1. I'm a murderer.

No. I can't tell anyone that. I'd be put in prison for life then, and I just want to be free.

2. I watched my parents die.

I could let that one out, but who could I tell? I don't feel as if I can trust anyone with that. People would be thinking 'well that's no big deal', but it is. It's the reason why I am me now. The goth/emo, the murderer...

3. I can see and talk to ghosts.

Now who the hell would believe that? I could say that to anyone, and I'd be called a fucking psycho.

4. I poisoned myself.

... What can I say?

... ... ...

I found that then I could tell myself the last secret again. If I knew that then it would be hard to forget about... He would be on my mind forever.

5. I love Keith Gray.

That's it, I thought about it. Now he would be on my mind forever, and I can probably do nothing about it. I could tell him - if I wasn't so scared. I don't know what his reaction would be, he would most likely tell Matthew everything, then what? I'd be laughed at.

I then blinked, bringing myself back to life, but as soon as I turned around to walk away, Matthew noticed the cuts on my wrists. I squeezed my eyes tight for a few seconds while Mr Jones gave his small disappointed speech, I turned back around, anger taking over me again. This had nothing to do with him, and he wouldn't understand if I told him the truth - which I said I wouldn't. My fingers twitched as I tried to stop myself from punching him. I took a couple of deep breaths and then relaxed. His words had sliced straight through me, I already knew I was stupid, but he didn't have to tell me again. I was thinking quickly of what to say to them both.

They told me to. I lied, trying to confuse them. My voice was flat, and a little broken.

It was going to be a long night.

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Words: 700 (but i didn't take the codes out this time so it'll be 696 or something)
Notes: BABY LOVES TO DANCE IN THE DARK~ xDD