Sometimes you have to be ruthless to discover the truth... (and yes, I am aware that I suck at making trailers.)
"Woah" That was all I could say as I was frogmarched into my new dorm.
Jackson POV This school is insane. Absolutely insane. Some girl literally exploded. I hate this place.
Tara POV I have no clue why I got myself into this. At first, it seemed like a good idea-get revenge from Aliana, find the traitor and become a hero, and don't get murdered. Hah.
My head hurt. Like, really badly. So badly, in fact, that I was sure that my pain would split open my forehead and scream. Then disappear back inside of me, because pain just doesn't know when to quit...
Her blood. Her blood on the floor, and on her. On her pristine white jumpsuit. Her body lying there, broken. Her light diminished, never to be used again. I remember the displays she put on with her ...
When I look in the mirror, I see a plain, normal teenage girl with drab brown hair in a standard ponytail, one blue eye and one brown eye, and a flat, boring expression on her face. She wears the stan...
When I woke up, my muscles were still extremely achy and sore. However, I felt like I could walk without telekinetic help. I managed to drag myself out of bed, and down somehow was able to go down the...
For once, I actually had a nice lunch. Steak and salad, if you must know. Good steak, too. There are only ever a few of those on offer. Okay, so I didn't immediately go look for what's his name. Oh ri...
Tara POV I woke up in the infirmary- a different one this time. The school has four, that I know, but which one was I in? I looked around for Jay, but she wasn't there. I shuddered.
Jay POV My head hurt. No, scratch that. Everything hurt. I tried to open my eyes and mouth and make a sound, or a noise, but I couldn't. My mouth felt like it was filled with honey.
Over the next few days I realized just how little I knew about Jackson. Between scrambling to finish homework assignments-impossible, since I wasn't even going to class, and avoiding the stares and wh...
I remember. I remember the corpse. I remember the blood. I remember the screams. They are etched into my memory until the day I die. Which may be soon, given there's a freaking murderer on the loose!
Jay POV The darkness was too much, too overwhelming. It crashed over me, bring waves upon waves of nausea. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't, it wouldn't leave my mouth.
Jackson POV I didn't do it. I'd like to start off by making that claim, so that someone could know that I didn't. Because no one else seemed to.
He's a horrid git, yet I cannot help marveling at the way he moves. He moves with casual grace of a predator, his gait as smooth as flowing water. That's what affirmed that he was an assassin. No one ...
Sometimes you have to be ruthless to discover the truth... (and yes, I am aware that I suck at making trailers.)
"Woah" That was all I could say as I was frogmarched into my new dorm.
Jackson POV This school is insane. Absolutely insane. Some girl literally exploded. I hate this place.
Tara POV I have no clue why I got myself into this. At first, it seemed like a good idea-get revenge from Aliana, find the traitor and become a hero, and don't get murdered. Hah.
My head hurt. Like, really badly. So badly, in fact, that I was sure that my pain would split open my forehead and scream. Then disappear back inside of me, because pain just doesn't know when to quit...
Her blood. Her blood on the floor, and on her. On her pristine white jumpsuit. Her body lying there, broken. Her light diminished, never to be used again. I remember the displays she put on with her ...
When I look in the mirror, I see a plain, normal teenage girl with drab brown hair in a standard ponytail, one blue eye and one brown eye, and a flat, boring expression on her face. She wears the stan...
When I woke up, my muscles were still extremely achy and sore. However, I felt like I could walk without telekinetic help. I managed to drag myself out of bed, and down somehow was able to go down the...
For once, I actually had a nice lunch. Steak and salad, if you must know. Good steak, too. There are only ever a few of those on offer. Okay, so I didn't immediately go look for what's his name. Oh ri...
Tara POV I woke up in the infirmary- a different one this time. The school has four, that I know, but which one was I in? I looked around for Jay, but she wasn't there. I shuddered.
Jay POV My head hurt. No, scratch that. Everything hurt. I tried to open my eyes and mouth and make a sound, or a noise, but I couldn't. My mouth felt like it was filled with honey.
Over the next few days I realized just how little I knew about Jackson. Between scrambling to finish homework assignments-impossible, since I wasn't even going to class, and avoiding the stares and wh...
I remember. I remember the corpse. I remember the blood. I remember the screams. They are etched into my memory until the day I die. Which may be soon, given there's a freaking murderer on the loose!
Jay POV The darkness was too much, too overwhelming. It crashed over me, bring waves upon waves of nausea. I wanted to vomit, but I couldn't, it wouldn't leave my mouth.
Jackson POV I didn't do it. I'd like to start off by making that claim, so that someone could know that I didn't. Because no one else seemed to.
He's a horrid git, yet I cannot help marveling at the way he moves. He moves with casual grace of a predator, his gait as smooth as flowing water. That's what affirmed that he was an assassin. No one ...