Love is more than skin deep. What would you do if your sibling, your closest friend in the world, suddenly vanished? Alyssa Ross doesn't believe for a moment that her younger sister ran away from home. It's inconceivable to her that a dedicated student on the brink of graduation would abruptly abandon everything for a boy she didn't love. Facing skepticism from her parents and the police, Alyssa is determined to uncover the truth about what happened to Cassi on the night she disappeared. But as she digs deeper, she discovers that nothing is as it seems. Hidden clues, false leads, a mysterious stranger, and suspicious townsfolk lead Alyssa into a chilling realization. What's more terrifying when discovering your sister was abducted by cannibals; her being their dinner, or that she might have joined them willingly?

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What would have happened if Katniss didn't take Prim's spot in The Hunger Games? Would anything be any different? Would a new story unfold? This is my version. *WARNING: Things have been changed. Don't say I didn't warn you.*

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In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.