The enemies of Division 52 are growing. Uncertainty is rife in both the upper class sectors and the lower. The Emperor of Merridian has fallen and those with hungry eyes are eager to fill the space left behind. Meanwhile Makayla is brutally trained in the far North of Naxos. But each time Scorpion tries to break a piece of her mind and body, it takes its own toll on her. Makayla is determined to return to Merridian as an equal to Alex but the crime lord has growing doubts and building pressure to return and reclaim the throne of the Underworld. Proximo continues to grasp to maintain order in Division 52. His vengeful sister circles with Hades waiting to take the war to their door with weapons none had imagined possible. A betrayal he never conceived possible. One thing is clear. Scorpion needs to return. The question remains whether that will be with the Emperor's daughter or a trained killer of Division 52. If Scorpion can bare turning the woman she loves into something darker-for all their sakes.

{FIRST BOOK IN 'THE GIRL IN THE HOODIE' SERIES} {2014-2018} A girl moved to California two years ago. No one knows what she looks like. All they know is that she wears a hoodie. *~*~*~* "HOLY SHIT, NOAH! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU LET THE TROLLEY GO?! COME BACK! OH MY FUCKING LIFE, FIZZY DRINKS UP AHEAD--" BANG FIZZ POP "...am I dead?" I'm suddenly grabbed by the back of my hoodie and pulled up from the ground and out of the mess of the opened bottles of fizzy which had exploded when the trolley and I crashed into them. My hands instantly go to my hood and I sigh in relief to find that it hadn't fallen off through all of that. I turn my head and look the the employee who's holding me, his face completely red and the vein in his neck throbbing. "Wassup, dude?" I smile sheepishly. *~* {HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in Funny #1 in Sad And #1 in Cancer apparently }

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //