The Author

The Reunion

Following Shapeshifter, who enters a dimly lit room, the only source of light was the table lamp placed on the desk. There sat a girl, around 14, writing into her note book, then erasing, then writing again. "Don't push yourself too hard, you should get out for some fresh air" Shapeshifter said. "What fresh air is there to breath when we are in a facility? Get to the point, Shapeshifter" Robin demands. "Out there are your friends, those you wished to meet since you got stuck here, why won't you go out?" Shapeshifter asked. "Wished, Shapeshifter, WISHED. It is all in the past. Are they even my friends? I don't know man, that day when I open up, they unfriended me" "It was a joke and both parties know that" Shapeshifter explained. "Was it though? The way they looked at me? The way they looked SCREAMED disgust, sometimes I wished, I still now, wished that was like you, built with no emotions. Man, do they even cared how painful that joke was? Ha, but why, though how much they hurt me, I still cared, I still care. Why Shapeshifter? WHY? I hate them, but I can't ditch them, I despise them, yet I can't kill them. Why? WHY?" Robin screamed, she push everything off the table, tears streamed down her eyes. "Tell me Shapeshifter, why are humans born with emotions? My scarred heart ache for them when ever they got hurt. Why can't I just be you? Someone built without feelings, would have been much better." she paused. "Ha.., I must look really pathetic to you, crying over such a childish matter" Shapeshifter wrap her hands around Robin. "No, not one bit have I thought you were pathetic, you've been strong for too long, it's about time you let it all out" Shapeshifter assured her. "And to think that you want to be me when I am already you."  "You aren't me? You are just a character I created within my imagination" Robin said in confusion. "The actions you wrote, are actions you wished to commit, the personality you create, is the personality you want, everything you write is based on you, yet part of every character have a part of you, so yes, I am you but you are not me" Shapeshifter explained. "Thank you, Shapeshifter.... Can you, with me go out of this room?" Robin asked. "I am afraid I can't, you have to end everything, and starting with that is me" Shapeshifter said. "But.." Robin was interrupted by a finger on her mouth. "Everything has to end somewhere, and I end here" Shapeshifter smiled. "And from now, listen to me, don't ever say something you will regret, be sure with your words, and, let your walls up sometimes, don't give everyone your time" Shapeshifter advised. Another page of the notebook was ripped as another one of Robin's character vanish. 

Running , Jason and Elizabeth find themself yet again, surrounded by tons of "materialized" figures. While waiting for their friends to assist them, they defend them self the best way the could. In the distance there Elizabeth saw, a bullet coming straight at Jason's direction. "Jason, the bullet!" Elizabeth screamed. "I know, but I can't move, damn it" Jason screamed back. He close his eyes, readied for his death, when he felt someone pushing out of harms way. "Damn it, why didn't you move, you imbecile" Elizabeth spat. "I told you, I couldn't" Jason whined. "Stop faking, darn it , I kinda regretted jumping in now, now my shoulder is hurt and my arm feels numb, I can't fight anymore, and you have an injured leg" Elizabeth complained. Suddenly, a shadow pinned her to the floor, almost stabbing her if not for someone shooting an arrow at the figure, making it disappear into thin air. Just then the squad came there, all turned to the Elizabeth's savior, to see someone they thought they would never meet again. "Shapeshifter?" Elizabeth asked. "No,I am Robin.."

The shadows blends into thin air the moment Robin appeared. Back at the meeting room. Elizabeth burst into happy tears and sprang onto her best friend, whose face was unfazed, everyone was bewildered, all went to her to greet her return. Sarah was hesitant, as she grab Robin's hand, Robin looked at her. "Please, get your filthy hands off of me, Stranger"

A/N: NGL, I cried while writing the first paragraph...