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Xavier Day in and day out. Every minute like sand in an hourglass, And each one identical to the next. I teach the science of time, Conveying a message of life wasted on a daily basis. To a bunch of morons. I didn’t think my sands of time could get any worse, Until Nicolas De Aragon wandered into my classroom. Nico I found a class called Horology, And when I learned it had nothing to do with sex, I was disappointed. The human race has bored me for millennia, And I really thought I stumbled upon a gem. Without a single lesson in blowjobs, I began to feel the boredom creep back in. Until Professor X opened his mouth to berate us all.

I've always been obsessed with the notion of family, how a group of people share the same DNA. I longed to find my own group, the ones whose blood sings the same tune as mine. Maybe it's a result of being an orphaned child, of being left on the steps of a church at just a few days old, but I can't ignore the yearning any longer. . I want to find my family. . All it takes is one test, a single swab, and my whole lineage will open up before me. Maybe I could look the woman in the face who abandoned me and demand answers. Maybe I will stand toe-to-toe with my father and watch as his face transforms with elation at the sight of me. . ​​​​​​​I'm ready to go home.


He’s broken my heart countless times, but because of our delicate situation, I endured each crack. This time he’s shattered it into a million pieces, And for this insult, I vow revenge. Carnival season is coming through Venice, and Ford will work during the celebration. This is where my vengeance begins. If he thinks he can use me then cast my love aside, he is so very wrong. I’ll lock my love up safe, forever hidden from the people around me… Right alongside Ford. This is a dark MM retelling of The Cask Of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe

The world died before I had a chance to take a breath. There’s a small number of survivors scattered around what was once Los Angeles. At least, that’s what I think this piece of land used to be called. I can only go by what I’ve been told, and the one person that guided me and kept me safe died seven years ago. With her last dying breath, she told me that I’m special. That I can fix this, and so I hunt. Scavenge for the scraps that haven’t been turned to poison, for the animals that can provide a meal for the ones I’m hiding in my home. But that’s a dangerous thing now. I’ve stumbled across a family that hunts more than just animals. Anything they see as a threat, they’ll take down. Find the cure or watch what’s left of humanity die. I have to take this burden on my shoulders because I promised her that I would. I just didn’t know how difficult things would get when I saw them. Because he has something I want and I won’t stop until I take it from him.

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