Book Review: Chris Carter – “One By One”

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‘I need your help, Detective. Fire or water?’
Detective Robert Hunter of the LAPD’s Homicide Special Section receives an anonymous call asking him to go to a specific web address – a private broadcast. Hunter logs on and a show devised for his eyes only immediately begins. But the caller doesn’t want Detective Hunter to just watch, he wants him to participate, and refusal is simply not an option. Forced to make a sickening choice, Hunter must sit and watch as an unidentified victim is tortured and murdered live over the Internet. The LAPD, together with the FBI, use everything at their disposal to electronically trace the transmission down, but this killer is no amateur, and he has covered his tracks from start to finish. And before Hunter and his partner Garcia are even able to get their investigation going, Hunter receives a new phone call.
A new website address. A new victim. But this time the killer has upgraded his game into a live murder reality show, where anyone can cast the deciding vote.

Oh my sweet Lord.

Officially, this book isn’t even available in Germany yet, but as Chris Carter is one of my 3 favourite authors of all time, I couldn’t wait and already got it for my Kindle. And good God, am I glad I did.

It often happens that you’re reading a book that’s so gripping, has so much suspense that you feel like you just can’t put it away even for a second. I think a lot of people can relate to that. But has anyone ever read a book that was so gripping that you didn’t want to read it too quickly because then it would be over too soon?

“One By One” did this exact thing to me.

I will not be giving anything away by explaining the entire story here, but the three people that are being killed during this book are being tortured in the worst possible ways I have ever read about, and I have to admit, one of the killing methods gave me the absolute creeps.I still feel a shiver going through me when I just think about it. But if you are a person who loves these kinds of books, thriller with a lot of brutality – psychological brutality as well as physical – then this book is the best choice for you (just as it was for me). For the first time ever, Chris Carter even goes as far as enter the holy grounds of Carlos Garcia’s personal life, which was shocking and exciting at the same time – you read certain chapters and you read and read, because you just feel the physical need to know how it ends for him.

What I especially love about this book is the hidden message behind it. People are publicly voting for someone else’s destiny without any remorse. If that is possible nowadays (I know this is just fiction, but still, there are possibilities everywhere…the human mind can be cruel), the reader might be asking him-/herself how far the world has come, what big of an impact do social media websites and the internet in general have on everyone’s life?

And the end…wow. I had tears in my eyes at one certain of the last few sentences, and I felt a slight heartache throughout the entire last chapter, because from what is said, you have no idea how it will go on from there, if the damage that has been done will ever be fully repaired. And me as a huge lover of the Hunter/Garcia story/bromance, it’s almost impossible to wait for Chris Carter’s next masterpiece. In one of my earlier blog posts about my all-time favourite books I’ve already talked about their friendship (by the example of “The Crucifix Killer”), and I still think they are the best detective team I have ever read about. There is so much friendship, respect, humour and whatnot between them that you might actually forget that they are not even real, that they are just made up characters, and you just wish they were real, that you knew them. And the fact that in “One By One”, you get to see more of the serious sides of both of them is really interesting for a change, compared to all the witty, snippy comments and amicably banter that the reader gets to see in the other books.

All in all, “One By One” is one of the best thriller novels I have read in a very very long time. First time a book is so gripping I never want it to end and prolonged reading chapter after chapter. So I really hope Chris Carter doesn’t wait too long to publish a new thriller, even if it’s a big thing to wish for, considering this novel has just been published.

Well done, Mr. Carter. You and Mr. Stephen King now share one and the same step on my “That one author that will forever be my hero” podium. Congratulations.

 

Book Review: John Green – “The Fault In Our Stars”

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This is going to be a very different review of the book than my wonderful friend Laura – on who’s behalf I bought and read it, – did on her blog. You can read it here http://mysticmonkey86.wordpress.com/2014/02/15/wow/. It’s a wonderful review of hers, trust me.

Anyway, back to the book. I totally agree with Laura: the book is cruel. It’s excruciatingly gruesome, reading about a sixteen-year-old girl named Hazel that is supposed to have her entire life infront of her but has to face the fact that it will be way shorter than expected every day because she’s been diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. The Support Group her parents put her into is never more than a dull experience that she goes through with her mind drifting somewhere else. To everyone, she appears as heroic, a fighter, because she lived already three years longer than her doctors ever thought she would, thanks to oxygen tanks and strong meds.

Then her life changes when she meets Augustus Waters at one of these Support Group meetings.

Just as Laura, the moment he shows up in the book, I am in total awe for him. He’s witty, never gets tired of snippy comments, goes through life with literally living by the motto “Live everydays as if it would be your last”. And that is one of the things I have the highest respect for. He shows Hazel how much life still has to offer even when you’re terminally ill, I’d go so far as to say that he shows her the stars without having to ride up to the sky, if that makes sense. He makes me want to have someone like that in my life, who doesn’t care who somebody is, what they look like, if they’re sick or healthy, someone who just takes another person the way they are, no questions asked. My favourite part therefor is – without a doubt, – the one where he lets his best friend Isaac do something so essentially freeing (at least in my opinion) and, at the same time, selfless, while talking to Hazel as if nothing could be bothering him, that you have no other option than to fall for him head over heels (if he wasn’t a fictional character, of course). I loved that part. Deeply.

What I don’t share with Laura is the fact how much this book touched me deep inside. Yes, I was sitting on the tram to work with my jaw literally wide open when I got to the part where something is revealed that I would’ve never expected to happen at all. Yes, I had to pull myself together to not start crying in public. And yes, it was the cruelest turn I would have imagined in a book where I thought there couldn’t lie any surprises for me. From that page on, I couldn’t stop reading, and I read through the rest of the book like there was no tomorrow.

But fact also is: I didn’t really like the end. I mean…John Green makes such a big fuss about Hazel’s favourite book that ends just midsentence, with so many questions still unanswered…and in some way, that’s exactly what he does to his own book. I still have questions. And it bugs me. It might be a stroke of genius, but still. It bugs me.

Plus…call me cold-hearted, unemotional or whatever, but the book just didn’t change me. I say it again, it’s cruel to read about such an intense subject, it really is, but I’m not sitting here now, thinking how short life is. Basically, because I do that all day. There is nothing I fear more than dying, and I’m fighting the thought of it every single day to the hardest. I’m not seeing the beauty in everything now, I live my life exactly the way I did before.

I admire the talent John Green has proven with this book, and I understand why it has become such a best seller – because it is. But for me, no matter how heart-wrenching, touching and impressing it was…I read better ones. Who knows, maybe it’s just because I normally read completely different kind of books.  Maybe I just don’t get the book. Maybe I just don’t get the message it carries with it. Maybe I’m just amazingly stupid.

But what I do think is: John Green has written about one of the most delicate subjects mankind knows, and he has done it well. Very well. His writing skill is amazing, and the way he’s presented the characters to the reader is stunning. He deserves all the praise he has ever gotten and will ever get for this novel.

He didn’t totally reach me with it, but that does not, in any way, diminish his talent. Go read the book for yourself, make up your own mind and decide how you feel about it. Because this is the most beautiful thing about books: everyone has a different view of them, everyone sees something different in them, decides for themselves the effect is has on them.

And sometimes, they can even change lives. Just as Augustus did change Hazel’s life.

Top 5 Books Of All Times

After my last post about the Top 5 books by Stephen King, I thought it might also be a good idea to do one about the Top 5 books ever – please note that this is just my personal opinion and what I think at this point of my life.

1. Stephen King – Pet Sematary
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What a surprise. You can read my full opinion here https://dreamtraveler86.wordpress.com/2014/02/12/top-5-books-by-stephen-king/ where this book has also the first place in my favourite Stephen King reading list. Basically, no matter how much my taste in books will shift in the future, this one will be always be the biggest book love of my life, because it’s the one that started my madness for King and reading in general.

2. Cody McFadyen – Shadow Man
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What can I say about this? If you generally love horror movies and books that are brutally detailed and cruel – Cody McFadyen is your man. This was the first books he ever wrote, and the 2nd one that I read (after “Face Of Death”) – and boy, I will never regret it. For me, there are barely really compelling books out there, books that grab you, pull you into their story and don’t let go until you’re finished with the last page of it – this book did that with me. And more importantly, it was the moment I started writing on my own book a few years back because I was so inspired by McFadyen’s writing skills and his ability to reach out to his readers in ways not many authors nowadays are able to.
I absolutely love the story behind Smoky Barrett in general: she has been tortured, her face has been scarred for life, and a psychopathic murderer killed her husband and daughter, leaving her no other option than shooting him in cold blood. Nevertheless, she stood up again, walked back to her job and did what she does best, and that’s quite inspiring for me (even if I would never wish the horrors her character has been through, or other characters in McFadyen’s book for myself), because behind all the layers of gruesome, bloody and life-scarring proceedings, all the fall-backs Smoky and her colleagues/friends are facing through the story, they all never give up. Combined with the suspense that never leaves the reader with this book – what more can you wish for?

3. Suzanne Collins – The Hunger Games Trilogy
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I know this isn’t just one book mentioned, but when mentioning “The Hunger Games”, you can’t just go with one of them, can you? My favourite by far is the first one – first book I read in less than a day because I just couldn’t put it away (don’t ask me how I was able to work 8 hours that day and managing my own household). Suzanne Collins had me from the first moment I started reading, and I absolutely admire her writing skills, her passion (that you feel in every sentence), and her seemingly inexhaustible imagination. Sadly, I was a bit…”deprived” of imagining the looks of Katniss and all the characters or the districts because I only started reading the books when the first pictures of the first movie were released, but I think I can easily get over that, because it didn’t diminish the joy and excitement I felt while reading. Or, for that matter, the joy and excitement I feel whenever I re-read them over and over again.

4. Chris Carter – The Crucifix Killer
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When the body of a young woman is discovered in a derelict cottage in the middle of Los Angeles National Forest, Homicide Detective Robert Hunter finds himself entering a horrific and recurring nightmare. Naked, strung from two wooden posts, the victim was sadistically tortured before meeting an excruciatingly painful death. All the skin has been ripped from her face – while she was still alive. On the nape of her neck has been carved a strange double-cross: the signature of a psychopath known as the Crucifix Killer. But that’s impossible. Because two years ago, the Crucifix Killer was caught and executed. Could this therefore be a copycat killer? Or could the unthinkable be true? Is the real killer still out there, ready to embark once again on a vicious and violent killing spree, selecting his victims seemingly at random, taunting Robert Hunter with his inability to catch him? Hunter and his rookie partner are about to enter a nightmare beyond imagining. (Source: amazon.com)

When I read this description on the back of the book while I was strolling through a book store while waiting for my bus home – I was instantly in love. I have never experienced that already the back of a book gripped me so tight and screamed “BUY ME! BUY ME!” loudly into my ear.
And Chris Carter definitely didn’t disappoint me. What I especially love about the book is the beginning: it begins at the end. I can’t say much to not give away the story, but the reader is already sucked into the world of Robert Hunter and Carlos Garcia, his partner when you read the first paragraph; it’s like you are fast-forwarded to the end of something and feel the constant need to know how on earth the two main characters got themselves into their mess. Plus, the little puns between Hunter and Garcia are highly entertaining, and they pull you out of the horrors that they are facing every day with just some teasing comments about Hunter not having problems in hustling women and Garcia being kind of “prudish”. This is what makes this book one of my favourites and Chris Carter definitely one of the best crime-fiction writers that are out there – in my opinion.

5. Laurence Rees – Auschwitz-A New History
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Now how does this book possibly fit into this line of great story-telling books? For starters: Laurence Rees is telling a story, the story of Auschwitz, about what was really going on behind the scenes of this Nazi killing machinery. Never has a book about the Third Reich sucked me in as much as this one; especially the part about the poor french, jewish children that were taken away from their parents and had to suffer in more than one concentration camp, just to end up in Auschwitz anyway. Rees is definitely not soft-pedaling in the way he describes all the horrors in the almost 4 years Auschwitz existed, and for me, this is the exact right way to handle this subject – because there are still way too many people out there who think the Holocaust was just a huge lie put up by the enemies of the Nazi-Regime. Also, the book contains not only interviews with survivors of Auschwitz, but most importantly, interviews with former members of Hitler’s circle of murderous, faithful subjects. It seems inconceivable to read about these people describing how they perceived the entire situation, how less sympathy they feel for their victims. You’re tend to feel so much hate, but at the same time, Laurence Rees tries explaining the reasons for their behaviour, which, for me, makes it even more interesting. If you’re as interested in the entire Holocaust History (and the 3rd Reich in general) like I am, you always crave to finally understand all the real motivations behind the Nazi-Regime and their concentration camps – and this book definitely helps a bit with that. For me, the best book about this subject I’ve read so far.

There are a lot of other books that should be in here – “Gone Girl” by Gillian Flynn, for example, or one of the amazing books by Karin Slaughter, – but the ones in this post inspired me the most. If you have read them or not, if you plan on reading them or not, that is totally up to you, because, above all, do what makes you happy. And read what you enjoy the most.

Top 5 Books by Stephen King

Everyone who knows me at least a little bit knows that Stephen King is my absolute hero in the large pool of authors, so it’s just natural that I had to do this. Let’s go.
(If you want a description about each book, go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_King_bibliography (click on the book titles to read the summaries)

1. Pet Sematary (1983)
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Please don’t confuse the book with the movie. The difference basically is: the movie is shit. Not as bad as other book adaptions of Stephen King that made it onto the big screen, but…not good. Thankfully, I have discovered the movie AFTER I read the book.
I just love this novel to pieces. It was the first book that I remembered almost swallowing while reading, and the first one I read more than once. Over the past years, I have to admit that I lost count of how many times I actually re-read it, because hands down – I do that a lot with this one.
What I love about the main character, Louis Creed, a doctor and family father with a beautiful wife and two adorable little kids, is, that it is easy for the reader to understand his motives for the things he does in the story. The decisions he makes may seem odd to a normal mind, but if you think about it further, you see that all he does results out of his undying love for his family. I think it’s a lovely message (despite the horror Louis gets himself into).
The biggest reason why this book is my all-time favourite by him is the end. It has the absolute best end/epilogue in the entire world, there are no other words for it. It’s not always easy to have a situation that is described in a book so vividly that you see a certain situation right infront of your eyes, giving you goosebumps. Surprise: “Pet Sematary” did exactly this to me, and still does whenever I re-read it, though I know it by heart.

2. IT (1986)
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I don’t think I have to say much about this one; I think everyone has at least heard about the story where a monster in form of a psychopathic, murderous clown terrorizes a group of young kids who pit themselves against him/it twice in their life. Again, please don’t compare this book to the absolute awful movie where almost everything is completely different to the written story – apart from Tim Curry as Pennywise, the Clown, it’s pretty much the worst movie ever.
Personally, I think this is one of the best books of all time, because although it’s quite long (1200 pages, approx.), the story never gets boring, because it switches between the kids’ childhood and their adult life. Plus, I love the message behing the story: if you stick together with your friends and believe you can defeat your worst fears – you can do it. For me, the times I have read this novel (yes, more than once, what a shocker), it was more than difficult to put it away for more than a few hours; it’s absolutely compelling in every way.

3. Under The Dome (2009)
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This is one of the few newer books of Stephen King that are absolutely worth their money. Before reading the end of this book, I had only cried once while reading: during the end of “Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows”. Plus, this book is the only one of him that I don’t only own in german, but also in english – that has to have a higher meaning.
I adore the story about a mysterious “something” that cuts off an entire town, leaving the people inside fight for their life. Secrets are surfaced, and the longer the Dome is staying, the harder the fights inside it are getting. And just when you think everything goes to hell, the secret is lifted. I had a really hard time when to the end, it was clear that one of my favourite characters would die – even if he died being some kind of hero. Tears shed right there, I can tell you, and it was the first time I was pretty mad at Mr. King for killing a character.
Because I was in such awe about the book, of course I was excited for the TV show based on it that was released in 2013 – I wasn’t entirely disappointed (though the writers changed almost all characters way too much for my taste), but I’d say it has potential. And it’s finally a book by Stephen King that has made the screen that doesn’t suck as much as the earlier movies. High Five to that. Still, the book is one of his best, in my opinion.

4. Christine (1983)
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You just have to love Dennis, the main character’s best friend, who’s the narrator for the first half of the book. The way King has written these chapters is pretty amazing, because they are absolutely vivid, funny and compelling, and you don’t have the feeling that you as a reader are completely on the outside – the first-person narrator sucks you in and makes you a part of it, in some kind of way (not that I ever want to be part of something where a psychopath car goes on a killing spree). Plus, the story about an outsider who just wants to belong and be liked is pretty chastening to me and one of the reasons why this one of King’s best and one of my favourites.

5. Carrie (1974)
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Who does NOT know this one? I’m pretty sure it’s even as popular as “IT”, maybe even more. Whenever I hear that name, I instantly have this creepy girl infront of my inner eye, the insane look in her wide eyes and the horrible music in the background when she sends her Highschool mates straight into hell. Of course, that’s the movie speaking out of me – which is not entirely crappy, but actually pretty good. But the book even tops what was put on screen all these years back; the story is absolutely well-written – although it’s one of his shortest novels. What I like about it is that the story is kind of…”stalling” the reader with Newspaper Articles between the single chapters, which makes you keep on reading, getting past them and wanting to know how the story goes on. The fact that on one hand it’s partly written in such cruel details that you want to put it away and throw up, but at the same time, so compelling that you can’t even think about closing it for more than a few hours is probably the reason why it was the one book that helped Stephen King make good as an author – and god, I am grateful it did!

As you might’ve noticed, 4 of these 5 books were written in the 80’s. Fact is: the books he wrote in that decade where his best, that was the time when, obviously, he was at his most creative point in life. And for me, the books that he wrote back then will forever be my favourites and something no other writer (in my opinion) will ever be able to reach.

Book Review: Veronica Roth – “Allegiant”

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What if your whole world was a lie?
What if a single revelation—like a single choice—changed everything?
What if love and loyalty made you do things you never expected?
(Source: amazon.com)

Beware: THIS ONE CONTAINS SPOILERS.

I just finished this last book of the series, and let me say one thing straight away: I honestly don’t understand why it got such bad critics on amazon. Sure, the end was nothing I had in mind when I started reading, plus, it was against almost everything I had read so far. I won’t say it didn’t satisfy me, but…well, let’s start at the beginning.

“Allegiant” was built up differently than its two predecessors; this time, Veronica Roth not only used Tris as a narrator, but Four, too – the first-person narrator almost changes with every chapter. I, personally, really enjoyed it, because it finally gives the reader an insight into Four’s mind, into his thoughts and struggles with himself. You finally get to see behind his facade, something I wanted to do whenever I read all the conversations he had with Tris; it drove me insane that sometimes, his motives didn’t seem clear enough, or even senseless and ruthless to the point of ignorance. “Allegiant” finally answers the questions the reader might get.

Plus, in comparison to the first two books, this last one goes without a lot of violence and war. Its emphasis is more put onto the truth behind the factions, the lies that all the characters have been told their entire life, and I admit that to some people, that might seem boring and dull, especially when you’re used to the war and killing of the first two books. I myself had some difficulties when over and over, the story lives of explaining facts of the human life, the differences between genetically damaged people – GD’s – and genetically pure human beings – GP’s, further known as the Divergent. I am not a biology expert, and I never had any interest in the things that a human being is all about, what makes them tick, so I understand why “Allegiant” seems dull and boring alot. But as the story goes on and people get hurt – and killed – once more, the dullness so many people might criticize fades away – at least for me. Because no matter how much knowledge you have of the human nature or not, how much interested you are in it, this book keeps you on its pages, simply because you need to know if the truth that is revealed is really everything there is. You need to know how it goes on, what Tris, Four and all her friends are making of all this input they get when they leave their home to untrigger the real reason behind their existence. And just when you think that there aren’t any secrets left, Veronica Roth presents another one, one that leaves Tris and Four making decisions that might change everything – including their relationship.

And that’s the only thing that annoyed me while reading: the constant fights between them, the constant questions the reader has: “Are they still together?” and “Have they broken up with each other yet or not?” Don’t get me wrong, I really am not the romantic story type at all, I hate stories that brim over with romance. It’s just that I got attached to these two characters since I started this series. I was always full of awe when they had nice, memorable and, yes – even romantic moments; maybe just like I was about Katniss and Peeta in the “Hunger Games” series. Seeing them fighting in almost each single chapter, just when you think that they have made up again…it’s annoying and kind of exhausting. I am a girl after all, and deep down, I always hope for a Happy End, I guess.

And that’s where it gets difficult now. Don’t keep on reading if you don’t wanna know it. You’ve been warned.

There is no Happy End. Just when you think there might be one, one of the main characters makes a decision that turns the reader’s world upside down and that – at least I – would’ve never expected like this. I admit, through the last few pages, I was crying to the point where I wished that the author would surprise me with a revelation that would change the inevitable; that it didn’t happen was heartbreaking to me, and unsatisfying at first. But on the last few pages, I changed my opinion – not completely, no, I would be kind of a cold-hearted person if that would be the case, – because the absolute end, as it is presented just before and during the epilogue is something I can live with. I will never like it, but my life won’t end because of it.

Plus, it teaches us what bravery is all about – what it really is about. The characters lost a lot of friends and family over a short amount of time, they fell to the ground more than once, but they always stood up again, one way or another, and they never lost their ability that things may change and get better again.

And that is what the message of this series, what true bravery seems to be. Not how many times you might risk your life for others but how many times you stand up again when you think you can’t.

It’s a beautiful and nice message that definitely makes the “Divergent” series my favourite reading material of all times. 5 out of 5 stars.

Well done, Veronica Roth.

What A Girl Wants

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No, this is not another post about Leonardo DiCaprio. I had a long talk last night with one of my best friends, Sarah, about a certain girly stuff: men. And that made me think about a few things that I’d like to get off my chest.

I have always been a loner, concerning friends and relationships with guys I like. I haven’t had a nice past with either of these two groups of people, and maybe that made me a loner…no, it definitely did. But what bugs me is that a while back, and sometimes these days, my (girly) friends of now 7 years seem to think I am missing out on the best thing in life because I am shy and a loner in general. Like having a relationship, getting married, having kids, a house and a labradoodle would be the only thing worth living for. Of course – what a shocker! – all my friends are either in a relationship, married or one of them even has a baby boy now (who’s the sweetest little boy ever, for real, to be girlish here). They all have plans at one point in their life to built a life with their partners, and whenever I don’t feel like meeting up with them because for me, it would somehow feel like a group-couple-meeting, I feel judged in their minds. They are not always saying it, thank God, normally they know better than that, but I know they think my rejection to them has only one reason: ENVY.

And I am so sick of this.

Here’s what I really see as the principal aims in my life:

1. Honest, reliable & true friends
To me, this is actually way more important than being in a relationship with a guy. People you can turn to when you feel like giving up, people you can trust with your whole heart and who, even when there are more than just a few bumps down the road, will always be there to help you when you stumble. And to be honest, whenever I am about to meet my best friend Kim in Hamburg or the friends I now have in the UK – among all of them Susie, Sarah, Noor & Sigal – I get more excited and happy about it than I could ever be with meeting a guy for a date (because hands down, I’m horrible at dating). This it what makes me happy.

2. A good, steady & safe job
This should be kind of a goal for every person to aim for. I could never, and will never, picture myself having no job, sitting at home 24/7, either by choice or not. After more than a week of holidays at home, I always feel like I’m going stir-crazy and wish to go back to work, to my crazy, often annoying colleagues – people who nevertheless often are what keeps me sane 8 hours a day. Plus, even when you get home after an exhausting day, you can look back proudly because you have actually done something, reached something, even if it’s the smallest thing. This is what makes me content.

3. Travelling far, often & with a lot of beautiful memories
Here’s where it gets tricky. Being scared as hell of flying is a huge obstacle on this subject, but due to a lot of beautiful memories over the past 3 years, I have found other ways to travel around, and where I plan on going in the near future, I can go by train or bus – even if it will contain hours and hours of travelling around. And although I know myself and am pretty sure I will never be able to overcome my fear of flying: you never know what might change one day after all. This is what gets me excited.

4. Making different, interesting & nice experiences
Theatre, cinema, musicals, concerts, stand-up comedy, conventions, readings – I haven’t experienced all of the mentioned yet, but basically they are my life. They are what I get excited about, what I enjoy the most, because they combine all of my passions: movies, music, series & books. They are completing me. This is what relaxes me.

5. A nice, lovely & perfect place to live
We all have that one happy place that we want to go and live at for the rest of my life. For most of my life, this place was New Zealand, and since 2012, my new happy place is the UK. I love London to bits, and I have never been really happy to live where I live now, in Germany, in the flat and city I’m currently residing in. I dream and plan to one day leave this godforsaken city and country for good and live somewhere nice in the UK forever. With all external circumstances falling together into one piece, that is. This is what keeps me going.

THESE are the things I want, the things that make me happy, the things that make me who I am. Not a guy, not a marriage, not having a family. I’m not delusional, somewhere in the back of my mind there is the tiny spot that – of course – somehow hopes there’ll be a soulmate at the other end one day. But I am not searching for him. I’m not waiting for him. One of my friends, Laura, is kind of a role model for me in that: she raises her two kids all on her own in the best way a mother could do; her kids are well-educated, polite, nice and lovely. Laura doesn’t need a man to raise them to excellent people one day – she knows women should be more emancipated than a lot of them actually are, and I just know she’ll look back on her life one day and know she doesn’t need to have any regrets (Plus, she’s an amazing writer; one of my dreams is becoming an author one day, but compared to her, I am crap. Really crap. She’s funny, sarcastic, blunt and highly entertaining, in comparison to my poor tries of writing. Check out for yourself: mysticmonkey86.wordpress.com). I’ll be perfectly fine without a partner, if that’s what the rest of my life is holding for me. I have never known anything else, and the sooner people – friends – stop seeing me in a relationship to see me in a happy place and start realizing that what I’m doing and dreaming of is what will REALLY make me happy, the better.

Book Review: Veronica Roth – “Insurgent”

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Tris’s initiation day should have been marked by celebration and victory with her chosen faction; instead, the day ended with unspeakable horrors. War now looms as conflict between the factions and their ideologies grows. And in times of war, sides must be chosen, secrets will emerge, and choices will become even more irrevocable—and even more powerful. Transformed by her own decisions but also by haunting grief and guilt, radical new discoveries, and shifting relationships, Tris must fully embrace her Divergence, even if she does not know what she may lose by doing so. (Source: amazon.com)

The 2nd book of the “Divergent” Series begins exactly where the 1st one ended, and there are no time gaps between both of them, which some people might enjoy, others don’t. Me, personally, was a bit surprised that it started at almost exactly the scene where it ended in “Divergent”, as I had expected at least a little time gap, a few weeks or something. But in retrospect, I think it was a good decision of Veronica Roth to write like this; that way, the story doesn’t forfeit anything of its rush, of it straight line of narration. The reader still feels like he/she’s part of the story, and it’s also a smart move of the author: once you ended “Divergent”, you want to start “Insurgent”, and as soon as you realized it’s starts where it left off, it’s absolutely impossible to put the book away (at least for me).

The two basic lines of the 2nd book are simple: love and secrets. Tris and Four (if you haven’t read my 1st blog about this series and only stumbled about this one, I won’t give away his real identity, to save you the suspense) struggle between their relationship that becomes stronger with each day and, at the same time, reasons that pile up infront of them, getting them into nasty fights over and over again. The fact that Four’s father and, in the middle of the book, even his mother – who had been announced dead for years – take part in the fight against the Erudite that try to take control of the other factions, doesn’t help: neither of them is trusted, and Tris finds herself on a thin line between deciding whether the greater good of the factions – meaning finding and revealing the truth about them – is more important than the relationship with the man she loves.

What I loved about the book was the fact that almost every main character seems to have to hide something; the secrets are practically jumping into your face, and just when you think you have found out one of them, something is scratching at the back of your mind, telling you that there is more to the situation than is out in the open. Especially Peter fascinated me in “Insurgent”. While he had been the biggest asshole on the planet in “Divergent”, trying to kill Tris two times,  devoting his life to make her life a living hell, he seems to have soften as the story goes on. It feels like he questions his earlier decisions, that he might become a good person after all…and what his story moves into in that 2nd book is definitely one of the highlights, because it is kind of surprising for the reader (though, personally, it was a bit predictable, but I think I’m just overly sensitive about these things).

Plus, the entire twists and turns in “Insurgent” were what practically glued me to my Kindle. You can never be sure which way one of the character turns, who will be left behind, what secrets are going to be revealed, and everytime, just when you think that Tris is done, or anyone of the others, the story does a turn and everything changes. It can be slightly annoying how often Tris and Four are at the edge of a break-up (that’s probably the thing that annoyed me a bit: the huge focus on their love story, but I think that’s part of how this series works), but when they find their way back to each other, the reader finds himself back in awe for them, anyways.

The end of the book was…flawless might be the best way to describe it. I love it when a book ends on a twist that you would’ve never expected the way it happened, because that’s what keeps you reading – especially when reading a book series. And the end of “Insurgent” definitely did that to me.

Resumé: thumbs up again for Veronica Roth and the 2nd book of the “Divergent” series, even if I – personally – enjoyed its predecessor a slightly bit more.

Book Review: Veronica Roth – “Divergent”

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In Beatrice Prior’s dystopian Chicago world, society is divided into five factions, each dedicated to the cultivation of a particular virtue—Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful), and Erudite (the intelligent). On an appointed day of every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives. For Beatrice, the decision is between staying with her family and being who she really is—she can’t have both. So she makes a choice that surprises everyone, including herself.
During the highly competitive initiation that follows, Beatrice renames herself Tris and struggles alongside her fellow initiates to live out the choice they have made. Together they must undergo extreme physical tests of endurance and intense psychological simulations, some with devastating consequences. As initiation transforms them all, Tris must determine who her friends really are—and where, exactly, a romance with a sometimes fascinating, sometimes exasperating boy fits into the life she’s chosen. But Tris also has a secret, one she’s kept hidden from everyone because she’s been warned it can mean death. And as she discovers unrest and growing conflict that threaten to unravel her seemingly perfect society, she also learns that her secret might help her save those she loves . . . or it might destroy her. (Source: amazon.com)

I started reading this book only because one of my best friends,  Sarah, told me about it while we were texting, said it was amazing. And I have to admit, when I read a sample – meaning the first two chapters of it -, I had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, it sounded promising, on the other, there was something that didn’t quite convince me I should invest my money into it. Plus, it all sounded to me like a cheap version of “The Hunger Games”, a book series I absolutely adore. Then, after two weeks of stalling the inevitable, I downloaded the entire series – containing three books – onto my Kindle. Risky.

It was one of the best decisions on a book I have ever made.

I did not expect anything when I started the 1st book 3 days ago, because as I said, it seemed too similar to “The Hunger Games”. Young girl confused about who she is, growing up in a country where she’s kind of hidden of the real world, raised to pigeonholing…my thoughts were all over Katniss Everdeen. But Veronica Roth surprised me.

A first big plus about this series: the names. I mean, I absolutely love “The Hunger Games”, it’s by far my favourite book series, but the names just never grew to me at all, because obviously they’re all made up, there’s nobody in the world with the kind of names people are dealing with in the books. The names in “Divergent” are normal, which, for me, made it easier to get into the story itself. You can picture the life of the characters way more easily when you hear familiar names. That’s my thought, at least.

Also, the dystopian world the story is set in is not that far from reality as you might think, because I think a world where – as a punishment for things that happened decades ago – kids are put into a arena to fight each other to death is way less realistic than a world where a country is divided in 5 different parts with 5 different…”tribes”, as I started calling the factions in my head, with each “tribe” having their own principles, rules and own “infrastructures”.

Second plus: the protagonist, Beatrice Prior, is  lot like the usual girl. She’s insecure, she puts her family and friends before herself (even if it’s the education and the principles of her faction), and due to her not being very noticeable, she is an easy target. She has learned to duck instead of speaking up for herself. But during the story, she changes; she gets stronger, she starts thinking more of herself, if not all the time, but a lot more than she was raised to do. And for the first time she feels like home when she dives more and more into her new family, the Dauntless., and their traditions and rules.

Of course there is a love story, but I what I really like about this book is that it’s not being the most important thing, that unlike “The Hunger Games”, it’s not Beatrice’s love life that’s in the focus, but her struggles with enemies who only see her as a weakling, and struggles with herself about her decision to abandon her family. Even death finds its way into her new life, and although her strength, her will and her bravery is tested more than once due to that, although she’s being thrown on her back more than once, (including attempted murder, betrayal and suicide), she never gives up. Confusion is omnipresent with Beatrice, especially when it comes to one of her instructors, who everyone only calls “Four” – and whom she is attracted to, something the reader can feel from the first moment she meets him. Of course, at one point, the mystery about his real name and his past is put out in the open for the reader, and that is the only thing that kind of…not disappointed me, but definitely didn’t leave me in awe. I wasn’t surprised at all when Four reveals himself to Beatrice; to me, it was kind of predictable and I would’ve wished for Veronica Roth to be more surprising with that mystery. But that is only a little flaw in an otherwise flawless book, and it won’t be a reason for me to not read it again.

I really had difficulties to put this book away, I have to admit, especially during the middle and to the end of it, when the tension between Beatrice and her opponents – Peter, one of the other initiates and Eric, the youngest leader of the Dauntless, both ruthless and reckless through and through, – rise with every new day. And all the feelings Beatrice goes through – trust, mistrust, disappointment, shock, anger, the will to survive -, people can relate to easily, at least in my opinion. You might think this is a book for teenagers, due to the character’s young age, but I definitely don’t think so, because just as “The Hunger Games”, it’s quite cruel in some parts. And at the end, you just want to know how the story goes on now that Beatrice’s life has been turned completely upside down.

Thumbs up from me. If you haven’t read it yet (or struggle yourself with doing it, just as I did at first), my only advise: get over your fear of being disappointed (be Dauntless, so to speak) and let that book take you in. I promise, you won’t regret it.

Sometimes the muse that visits you is an old man.

And my old man is Stephen King.

Since I can think, I always loved reading and writing. Short Stories, fanfictions, anything that came to mind. When I was young, I used to make up a lot of stuff that evolved around the “Star Wars” universe, and wrote it down. Or my stories were set in the “The Tribe” universe (a series I mentioned on here once, if you have kept your eyes open). I’m not saying I was a good writer – god knows there are people out there that are way better than me, and there always will be – but I guess I had a lot of time as a kid.

I wasn’t allowed to watch TV most of the time since I was 13, so I started burying my head into magazines, books, newspapers, everything I could get my grip on. Thank God for that. And one day, I think I was 10 or 11, while I was home alone, I stumbled upon a certain DVD my mother’s husband owned: “IT” by Stephen King. I had heard about it, that it was about a creepy, murderous clown, and since I somehow always had been into Horror Movies alot (I hear the psychiatrists scream in terror about what a disturbed child/teenager I was), I put the movie into the DVD player at 1pm and secretly sat infront of the TV. And what can I say: the movie kind of scared the shit out of me. I say “kind of” because I didn’t switch it off and was afraid to be home alone, or kept the doors locked or even had nightmares about it. First thing I thought during the scene where the little boy, George, gets pulled into the drain by Pennywise was: “Damn, too bad that scene is rated!” Oh yes, I definitely might have been disturbed, thinking that there was not enough blood in that scene. Anyways. That movie impressed me as the first Horror Movie I’ve seen. If you know it, you know how bad it actually is, compared to the book. And there is my transition. I’m a genius.

The book is written by the King of Horror himself, Mr. Stephen King. And from the moment I watched that movie, he kind of was my hero. I immediately tried to get my hands on a lot of his books, which was difficult, considering I never had a lot of money and no one in my family has ever been interested in reading! First book I got of King, I think, was “The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon”, which I got for Christmas a year or two later. It’s a bad book (sorry, Stephen), most of it is boring and you wait for the big, murderous ending. Surprise: there is none. But as soon as I got my hands on that book, I was under Mr. King’s spell. Soon after I had finished it, I spent the little money I had on my first self-bought book of him: “Dreamcatcher”. And that was the moment there was no going back for me from the King of Horror.

Today, when I think back, it’s not even a very challenging book; there is a lot of scatology in it, unnecessarily. But it had a lot of blood and killings in it, and that was the reason I absolutely loved it. Something about King’s writing style completely took hold of me; despite the bad language in it at times, he wrote like some little man next door, like someone who might be living in my neighbourhood. He used an easy language, a language everybody could identify with (that sounds so wrong, but I can’t help it). He didn’t just sugarcoat anything to be liked and get good critics, no. He didn’t give a crap about what anyone might think. He didn’t give up after his first few stories were a flop, when “Carrie” was rejected the first time he had sent it in, back in the ’70’s. He didn’t give up after his horrible accident where he had been run over by a car. He kept going, came back to life, and he still did his thing without a care what others might think about his writing.

And wow, did that impress me. I started writing even more short stories, got my hands on as many books as possible and simply spent every free minute I had on writing or reading. The ideas just flew into my head, and my motivation was on a level that was higher than anything I had ever experienced.

A few years passed, I started my apprenticeship when I turned 18, finally moved out into my own flat, forgot about my own writing skills and instead, my collection of King’s books grew. Among the books I got was also his autobiography “On Writing”. Safe to say barely a book has enchanted me like that one has. I absorbed every little advise about writing books that there was, I read passages over and over again, thinking about them over and over, and slowly began to fully understand the process of writing. Until today, it is the only dog-eared book I own, and to all the pages I keep going back to every now and then. Because that book – among all I had read of him over the past 15 years – was my one true inspiration. I started to get ideas for my own book, for a short story, and I thumbed through his autobiography over and over, because, hands down – I am a damn perfectionist. I wanted to do everything right, like King had “shown” me.

The result of it was a story that was everything else but short:  a thriller, 15 chapters written so far, the end of the book was already in the making a few years back. I had researched quite a few things about a coroner’s work in the US, police investigations, weather informations in the east of the US, etc. I even had found a few internet pages that gave me addresses to sent my story to, for a chance to be published. I wanted to do it right.

Then unfortunate things happened to me. And I stopped writing. I ran out of ideas and motivation. And I don’t think I will ever be able to pick up where I’ve left off; I know that as soon as I’ll start re-reading everything, I will start correcting alot, seeing the flaws in my storyline, realizing that I’m not even close to be a good, successful writer, and eventually throw it away. And although I don’t owe anybody anything with that story, I hate myself for letting myself down like this. I feel like I owe it to Mr. King to try and keep going.

And then, a few days back, I was told by a friend that my blogs on here were amazing, well-written and simply touching. It was like kind of a wake-up call. I suddenly felt the old electric feeling inside my stomach again, that feeling I got when I was about to start writing again. Motivation. Then my best friend who lives about 4,5 hours away from me told me on November, 21st, that my mentor, my inspiration, my one true hero, Mr. Stephen King himself, had been in her hometown for a public reading at their Congress Center. First I was shattered to the core; it was his first time ever in Germany and I knew I’d never get such a chance again to see my idol in person. Then something stirred in me again, and I spontaneously decided to post a part of one of my fanfiction stories on here (if you’re interested, take a look at the post before this one), to see what people think, to see if I was still able to write after all these years. I haven’t heard back from anybody yet, but I know true and honest opinions take time – no one wants half-hearted reactions. And after all, I’m writing for myself, as kind of an escape, not for some attention-whoring, to be noticed or become a star.

I’m still very far away from where I once used to be, and I will take baby steps at writing again. But I feel that a bit of the old fire has started to rise inside of me again. Maybe I will read Mr. King’s autobiography once more. Because I trust him to be my inspiration again. When I was a kid, a teenager, his books, his stories, the things he had to tell to the world, were my escape. They showed me that even the smallest person, the most hurt person is able to reach their goals, if they are willing to put all of their heart into it and don’t care how many times they get rejected or how often bad criticism is trying to get the better of them.

So yes, after drifting far off with this, I can proudly say: Mr. Stephen King is my muse. For others, he might only be a simple writer, an old man. But for me, he is way more.

He’s my hero. And he will always be.
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My 1st public story – Part One

I have been thinking alot about this recently, and although this was originally planned as only a theatre blog, I’ve decided to give it a go and post the first few lines / the first part of a Fanfiction I started to write a few years back.
It’s based on the New Zealand TV Series “The Tribe” that is set in a future where a violent virus has killed all grown-ups; kids are on their own, and for survival reasons, they gather together in crowds, so-called “Tribes”. My story is set at the end of Season 5, where the Main Tribe, called “Mallrats” is on a boat away from the city where a computer has just freed an even more violent virus that forced Amber, the Mallrats’ Leader, her baby son, her boyfriend Jay and all their friends to leave their beloved home and city. Now they are shipping into an unknown future. (For further informations on the characters – if you want to know – please check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tribe_%28TV_series%29,  as apparently I can’t spread out all details on here :/)
As this is the first time I post one of my stories publicly, I hope people will be kind with me after reading it.

                                                                                

                                                                                     ~ Back from the Dead~

Amber woke up from a disturbing and confusing, yet wonderful dream. She and Bray were in one of those houses Alice had owned when she had lived outside the city on the farm of her parents with her sister Ellie. She had had Baby Bray on her arm, and Bray held her close to his right shoulder, sitting on a bench and staring into the sunset. Amber knew that this was far from bring real – Alice and Ellie were still missing since months ago the Chosen and then the Technos had taken over the city, and Bray…well.
Bray was officially confirmed dead.
Deleted, she thought to herself, not letting the bitter truth get to her. In her life, there would never be a proof of his death, neither was there any way she would ever forget the words written on one of Mega’s screens in the Techno headquarter back then. As the thought came into her mind, she remembered with whom she shared her life now, and reached beside her, to the other side of the bed.
It was empty.
Amber opened her eyes and looked around. She suddenly realized she wasn’t lieing in her own bed in the Mall. To her right was a small, round window, and through it, she saw nothing but the blue ocean. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked out of the small bullseye, and all the memories of the last days came back to her mind. The fight between Ram and Mega, Zoot twisted in their middle. The explosion. The release of the aggressive virus that would eat up the whole city within an instant. The flight on the boat, far away from all the danger, into an uncertain future for all of them.
Amber sighed, the she stood up and walked over to the small crib where her son lied, sleeping and breathing quietly. She touched his cheek, his nose, feeling her pain coming up again, because we would never be able to meet his father. She shook her head, holding her tears back. Bray was gone. Jay was her life now. It was time to stop looking behind.
She dressed herself, then went out of the cabin to look for him.

‘Since when are you up?’
Jay turned around, and when his eyes spotted Amber, he started smiling. His brown eyes were shining at the sight of her, yet there was some distance in them. His blond hair was standing up from his head, making clear that he wasn’t up that long. Amber smiled herself as she saw it. She just loved him more when it looked like that.
‘About an hour ago. Did I wake you?’
‘No, I had a dream, that’s it.’
‘Bray?’ Jay looked at her, and she knew that he didn’t need any answer. Since they got on the boat 8 days ago, Amber had dream after dream about him, and even if he wasn’t jealous at all, because he knew that Bray would always be a part of her life, he was worried about her. He knew she was feeling guilty of leaving the city, no matter whether it had been a life saving decision or not. He knew that day in, day out, she was thinking about all the possibilities of finding Bray that were gone now.
Jay knew exactly how she felt. He felt the same, although he refused to admit it, neither to Amber, nor to himself.
Amber nodded, and the sadness and the pain in her eyes made Jay’s heart ache. He opened his arms, letting her come to him to get the comfort she needed so much.
‘What was it about?’
‘Just the usual, you know.’
There was a silence while they were standing together, arm in arm, and no sound was there except the rush of the ocean around them. After a minute, Amber looked up to Jay, and she saw that his view was stuck in the distance.
‘What do you think, when will we hit solid ground? Last night, while you were on guard with Lex, Trudy and I tried to calm the others down. They’re getting nervous, Jay. They need a home.’
‘We’re getting closer.’
Amber followed his gaze, and what she saw made her heart jump in her chest. Far in the distance, she could see something. It was just some outlines, but still…
‘What is that?’
‘The coast. About 200 miles away.’ He looked down at her. ‘We almost made it.’
Amber was too dazzled to answer. She looked back at the coast the boat was slowly getting closer to. Now that she knew what it was, she could see the outlines of some trees, and she even thought she could see some roofs, although they weren’t close enough yet to really be sure about that.
‘I should wake the others’, Amber said and turned to walk back to the cabins, then stopped walking as Jay went on talking.
‘We don’t even know what’s out there, Amber. It could be a city. It could be a jungle. It could be a place of complete desaster. Or it could just be nothing.’
Amber looked at him, noticing the pain in his voice. She knew that leaving the city had been as hard for him as it had been for her and the others. As herself, he had left hope behind, hope to find his brother again one day. For all they knew, he had also been deleted as Ram had found out that he was working against him behind his back. And for all they knew, his destiny was the same as Bray’s. For a second, Amber looked back, her gaze into the distance, to the place they left ages ago, it seemed to her. Although it was impossible to even make out any outlines, she imagined to see columns of smoke rising up from what they used to call home. She felt her heart ache at the thought of all the bad but also good memories. The Mallrats had been celebrating a double-wedding. The antidote for the virus that had killed all grown-ups had been created by Tai-San, one of the now missing members of them. She and Bray had shared their first kiss back then after a journey to Hope Island…
Amber shook her head. She won’t allow her thoughts going there. It would just hurt too much. And it was past. What lay in front of them was important now. She had to be strong.
‘Whatever it is, Jay, it’s our only chance. There’s no other way we could turn to. I don’t believe our fuel will last that much longer, even if Lex and Slade manage to find a way to save some of it. It’s all or nothing. And who knows,’ she said, stepping closer to him, ‘we may find a new home there. Wherever ‘there’ is.’
Jay still looked at the outlines of the coast that were growing as the boat moved on. From behind them, somewhere deep down in the cabins, he could hear the sounds of the other Mallrats making rustling noises.
‘Alright, go wake the others. We need to get ready to go ashore.’ Jay felt Amber squeezing his hand behind his back, then he heard her opening the cabin doors, quietly waking their friends one after another. He even could hear Lex complaining that it was way too early to even think about getting up.
Jay concentrated his gaze onto the ocean. We’re getting closer, he thought again, then slowly closed his eyes.

Two weeks later.

From what Amber and Jay could see after the last days, they could hardly believe they had been so worried about their new place; it had turned out that the place they went ashore was almost exactly what they had been looking for.
It was a city, which everyone discovered with great relief. More, it seemed to have quite a similarity with the home they had to leave, and after an hour, they’ve already found what they had been looking for: a Mall. It wasn’t as big as their old home, but it had plenty of space for everyone. And after a week of exploring tours, everyone was sure: this was the place they would be staying. It was less touched by vandalism, and they’ve also found a storage of canned food, besides some fields where they could plant their own vegetables and fruits. It seemed like the perfect place to stay for the rest of their lives. They had met plenty of other kids out there, most of them suspicious, but different from what Jay, Amber and the other Mall Rats had been experiencing in their past, less aggressive and after a while, more than friendly.
For Ruby, who still was mourning about the loss of her beloved saloon in Liberty, it was like heaven as after a few days of looking around she had found the perfect place to reinvent her saloon here. It was a small liquor store, which, with the help of Slade, Lex and Jay, she restored and re-opened after only one week. Everyone could see that she was getting happier with every customer that stepped into her bar, praising her for the great work she had done there.
Cloe and Lottie had found some friends whom they were hanging out most of the time, so that the other Mall Rats didn’t see much of them during the day. Amber was glad that Cloe had found a way to get over the loss of Ved. After he had disappeared, she had buried herself into caring for Brady and Baby Bray, just to avoid thinking about him too much. Amber knew exactly what she had been going through.
Apart from that, everything was going as it had been going back at their old home. Lex, Slade and Darryl were out a lot, trying to find signs of rebellion against them, just to knock them down immediately. Amber couldn’t believe Lex was really thinking that this city needed some kind of sheriff. It seemed to be a complete difference to their old city, less violent and in no need for any order coming from the outside. Amber already started to see the world she had known back then, before the virus. A world without fighting for your life every single day. A world where her son could grow up safely.
Only Jay was the only one who didn’t seem to be happy that they’ve found a new home so fast. He had turned much more silent than he usually was, and often, Amber thought she saw some kind of pain in his eyes when he looked at her or talked to her. She began to wonder whether he – contrary to his assertions – was hurt by the dreams she had about Bray and that kept coming back almost every night. More, she had the feeling that he was mad at Bray for being such a big part in her life although there was no chance that he would ever step back into her life again.
It was ridiculous, Amber thought. She knew Jay well enough to know that he was honest with her when he said that everything was alright, had known it from the moment they had met back then when he had been a Techno general under Ram’s command. Maybe it was just their relocation. Or maybe he still mourned over the loss of Ved, whom he had promised to keep safe for the rest of his life; a promise that had been broken by Ram by deleting him, and that probably made him feel more guilty than he was willing to admit. Or, she thought, maybe it was a different guilt that made his gaze look so empty so many times she looked him in his eyes.
Ebony.
Thinking of her old enemy made Amber shiver. Since the attack on her sister Siva, where Java, her other sister, had jumped in on and died by being struck by one of the Technos’ zappers, Ebony had barely spoken a word. She was lethargic, and not even Siva, who had also to cope with Java’s death and who always had shared a much closer bond with Ebony was able to drag her out of this behavior. Jay had tried to talk to her a couple of times, but apart from a blink from time to time, she remained silent. Amber knew that he had to fight against the thought that it was his fault that Ebony was a mess, because he made the wrong choices when he had been a member of the Technos, starting with his forbidden relationship with Ebony over closing his eyes on the experiments Ram had practiced on citizens up to the point where it had been too late to control neither Ram nor Mega. Amber had tried to tell him that nothing of that had been his fault at all; he had been a loyal friend to both of them and that had made him shut his eyes to the truth. This circumstance was only aggravated by the fact that Slade, who distracted himself from the situation Ebony was caught in, kept telling Jay that without him, his girlfriend wouldn’t be an empty shell of pain and lethargy. Amber decided she had to talk to Jay about this as soon as he was back from his patrol. She couldn’t stand things not being out in the open.
‘Oh come on, get out of here, in case you don’t want to wake up in a cell tomorrow!’
A confused looking boy stumbled towards Amber as she approached the Liberty Bar. With him, he carried the strong smell of alcohol, and she instinctively stepped aside as he passed her, waving from side to side. When she looked in front of her again, she saw Ruby standing at the entrance of the bar, hair bound back into a ponytail braided strands on each side and both hands on her hips. The expression on her face was disbelieving and furious at the same time, but as her eyes caught sight of Amber, it faded and she started smiling from one ear to another.
‘As always, you’re arriving just as the big fun is over,’ she said, hugging Amber. Her smile faded when she saw the worried expression on her face. ‘What’s going on?’
Amber followed her inside the bar. Almost every table was occupied, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Ruby led her to the bar itself, pouring her a soda and waiting for her to sit down on one of the stools. One of the guests waved at her, asking for service, and Ruby looked around, searching for Darryl, who had promised to help her out today. She saw him standing at the back door and shouted: ‘Hey, Darryl! Could you take over here, please?’ He nodded, obviously annoyed, but stepped over to the table where the guest was still waving his hand. Ruby turned her attention back to Amber.
‘Busy today, huh?’ Amber asked, taking a sip of her soda.
‘Yes, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Anyway, what’s the matter?’
Amber looked at her and took a long sigh before telling Ruby everything that was going on in her head recently. They didn’t know each other for long, but Ruby had become a good friend of hers, and she was glad she could talk about her worries with someone who did not live inside their Mall and could analyze the situation in all objectivity. When she had finished, Ruby looked at her and asked, ‘Did you ever confront him with your thoughts? I mean, directly?’
‘I tried. We talked a lot about Mega and what happened back then, but he never mentioned Ved. And honestly, I understand it. The way he disappeared…Ruby, it was probably one of the hardest things ever for Jay. Being betrayed by a friend, who had always been kind of a mentor to both of them, a betrayal that led to the death of Ved…I just didn’t want to make things harder for him than they already are. He will talk about it when he’s ready.’ Contrary to the security that lay in her voice, Amber felt everything else but secure.
‘Alright. What about this stuff with Ebony? You don’t want to tell me you two never talked about it, do you? I mean, it’s practically the thing that’s most present at the Mall. Jay talked to Ebony himself a couple of times, as you said. And the tension between him and Slade must be exhausting. I mean, even for me it is annoying, although I barely see him for more than five minutes a day. But you can almost feel his anger, and I am not very sensitive at these kind of things, I can tell you.’
Amber nodded, as to indicate she understood what Ruby was up to. ‘Of course we did talk. But actually, everything’s evolving around how to make Ebony feel better, not how it all came together in the first place.’ She paused. ‘See, that’s why my gut tells me that my dreams about Bray are the reason for his behavior. Every time I wake up from a disturbing sleep, he asks me whether I am okay or not, and I can see the pain in his eyes. And I know he would never admit that these dreams leave him helpless, too. He’s hurt, Ruby.’
A long silence followed. Ruby wasn’t the kind of person that went out of words easily, Amber knew that. She always had a snappy comment on her lips, no matter how difficult a situation was. To see her so quiet now was enough confirmation that she really cared about what was going on.
Eventually, Ruby said, ‘You should talk to him. Seriously? What else can happen other than him being mad? You’re strong Amber, and during the last year, you have dealt with much more difficulties than any normal person would be able to handle. Moreover, you love each other, and love is a strong force.’ She shook her head, then took a wet rag and started wiping over the surface of the bar. ‘God, I sound like one of these old television psychiatrists!’

Later that evening.

Amber sat on her bed, Baby Bray in her arms. He pulled on her Zulu braids, squeaking with joy. She smiled at him, and her heart ached by the thought of how much he resembled his father. Then her eyes caught sight of a picture that showed Jay and her, arm in arm, and the pain was a little easier to take. Although Baby Bray wasn’t his child, Jay cared for him like a father. When he woke up at night and heard him screaming, he often was the one who took him out of his crib and walked him around until he felt asleep again. He made him laugh. And even if the pain of losing Bray would never fade away, Amber was glad that Jay was such a great substitute father for her son. And somehow, she thought, Bray was watching and very proud of her.
She heard a noise and winced. She already started to get up when Jay entered their room, a tired expression on his face. He kissed her, then sat beside her on the bed. His right hand stroked the baby’s forehead, who had finally fallen asleep.
‘Kept you awake the whole evening?’
‘Not more than usual. I couldn’t sleep, though. How was patrol?’
Jay shrugged. ‘Nothing out of the ordinary. It seems quite creepy that it’s much quieter than what we are used to. What about here?’
‘Everything’s okay, I guess. Siva brought Ebony some of her favorite fruits today. She looked around the whole city to find them, you know? And Ebony…well, she just ate them without any further notice. I don’t know how long we all will be able to cope with her not getting better.’
‘What are we supposed to do?’, Jay asked and looked at her, his face emotionless. ‘We can’t leave her alone right now. I don’t have the best memories about her, and neither have you, but she’s a Mallrat, Amber. She needs us.’
‘I know, that wasn’t what I was trying to say, it’s just…’ she sighed. ‘Jay, it’s Ebony. She used to be the strongest person I’ve ever seen. Even being rejected by Bray more than once never broke her, and she always claimed to hate Java for what she had done to her and Siva. It’s like who lies in her bed right now isn’t her anymore.’
Jay nodded. ‘That’s what’s keeping you up?’
Amber stood up and carefully put her son back in his crib. She pulled the sheet up his chest and stared at him for a moment.
‘Amber?’ Jay’s voice seemed to come from a different universe. ‘That’s what keeping you up?’, he repeated.
‘Look, I wasn’t gonna mention it, but with all that’s going on recently, I think it’s time we talk.’
Jay silently looked at her as she turned around and sat beside him on the bed again. Her hands began to play with the ring Bray had given her back then at the Ecos headquarter, and she stared at Jay.
‘I know, the last year hasn’t been easy for either of us. We both lost people we cared about, people we loved. Family. And I understand that this changes everyone. Every single one of us had to deal with stuff that, under normal circumstances, no one our age would’ve been able to get over with. And it also made us stronger.’ She paused. ‘But to be strong doesn’t mean you should keep all that’s troubling you for yourself, lock your thoughts behind a wall in your head.’
‘Yeah, I know that’, Jay replied, looking away. Somehow, it seemed that he was more far away now than before.
‘Then talk to me, Jay’, Amber said, ‘Tell me what’s going on with you. Since we got here, you’re not yourself anymore. You’re quieter than I’ve ever seen you. Most of the time, you’re all by your-self. Lottie even told me once that you screamed at her, just because she was looking for something in here. That’s so unlike you. What is it? Ebony? I told what happened wasn’t your fault. No one could have known what would happen.’
‘This has nothing to do with her.’
‘What is it, then? Ved?’ Amber took Jays hand into hers, squeezing it. ‘Look, I know how you feel. I lost my sister to the virus. And Dal, he…’ She swallowed. ‘He wasn’t my brother, but he was my best friend, and the closest thing I had to a brother. I loved him with every inch of my heart, and he was taken away from me just like Ved was taken away from you. I know how hard it is to keep going on, Jay, I really do. But you should stop blaming yourself for it. The promise you gave your mother before she died, to keep him safe, you kept it as long as you could.’ She stopped, looking at him, but he was still avoiding her gaze. Then she let out her biggest fear. ‘Or is it because of Bray? Look, Jay, I know I will never be able to forget him, no matter how much I try to. He’s part of my life, always will be. And to be honest, I don’t want to forget him. He gave me my beautiful son, and yes, I still love him. A part of me will always love him. We both talked about it, you said you were alright with it, that you’d understand. I’m sorry that I keep having these dreams, and I wish I could control them, make them stop, but I can’t. I just can’t. And of all people, I thought you would be the person who’s most understanding. And I love you not only for that, Jay.’ Amber made him look at her again, but what she saw, let her wince. There was an anger in his eyes she’d never seen before, and more. Endless pain.
‘It’s not about Ebony, or Ved, or Bray, or whoever you think this is about, alright? I don’t care about any of them right now. I’m trying to move on here, don’t you see that? I try my best to make this work.’ For a moment, Amber wasn’t sure whether he was still talking about their tribe or their relationship. ‘I’m trying, Amber, I really do. But everybody keeps questioning me about my past. I know I’m not flawless. I made mistakes, and I can’t change what happened. And that’s the worst thing. But at least, I am myself. I am me.’
Amber looked at him; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. And she was thinking about when this conversation had turned into an argument. ‘What the hell is wrong with you, Jay?’ That’s not you.’
‘You have no idea who I am, Amber. No idea.’ He stood up and started pacing around the room.
‘Then tell me. Let me know you.’
Jay turned towards her, and when he saw how helpless she stared at him, all his anger disappeared. ‘I just…I just don’t know what to do anymore. It’s killing me inside.’
‘What is it?’, Amber asked and pulled him gently back onto the bed. Again, he avoided her gaze, like he’d be ashamed of what he had said before. ‘What’s killing you?’
‘I can’t get it out of my head. Her face. The way she looked at me, when she left.’
‘Who left?’
‘Rochelle’, he replied, his voice barely more than a whisper.
‘Who is she?’
Jay finally looked at her. Tears had started to well up in his eyes.
‘My girlfriend.’

The door slammed shut. Jay just stood there, his heart thumping in his chest, blood pumping through his veins. He felt like he’d never been that angry in his whole life, and he still couldn’t believe what had just happened. That she really had just walked out on him like that.
‘What the hell was that?’ Ved came from upstairs, suspiciously staring at him. He hadn’t slept for days, the rings under his eyes almost looked pitch black, and his skin had taken over a pale color. The sweater he was wearing looked like it had seen better days, and it didn’t really fit him as he had lost weight. He seemed to have aged about thirty years during the past few days. Since their mother had become a victim of the virus.
‘Nothing, Ved. Go back upstairs, everything’s fine.’
‘Yeah, of course. Is that why your face has the same purpur tone like uncle Marty’s, every time something got to him?’ Ved stared at him, a blank expression in his blue eyes. ‘Stop treating me like I’m made of glass, Jay.’
Jay looked at him. His brother kept his gaze, not even flinching. ‘Rochelle. She walked out on me.’

Ved asked, ‘What’s that supposed to mean? She dumped you?’
‘Looks like it. Actually, I don’t care. Maybe it’s better this way.’
‘Come on, you don’t want to tell me she just said that it’s over and left? What was this doorslamming about?’
‘Actually, Ved, it’s none of your business. We have much more important things to do. We run out of food. I need to get out and grab some as long as the shops are open. Who knows when…’ He stopped, not willing to say it out loud. To talk about how long it would last until there were no grown-ups left just made it too real.
Actually,‘ Ved said, ‘it is my business. I’m sick of you not wanting to tell me anything, just because mom died. You think I don’t get that you and Rochelle were fighting for days? Do you seriously think I didn’t hear you two arguing about some stupid decisions? I’m not retarded.’
Jay stared at him, realizing again how much Ved had aged. Finding their mother in her bedroom one week ago – or at least, what the virus had left of her, – had changed him forever. He wasn’t the little, annoying brother anymore who always seem to step in on him and Rochelle in the most inappropriate moments.
‘We had a fight. I told her we need to shift a course down. That I need to take care of you and our life now, and that I can’t be with her 24/7. Things have changed, and things will change from now on. Nothing’s gonna be like it used to. I tried to make her understand, but all she was saying was that for her things were clear, that I wouldn’t give a damn about our relationship. She accused me of only caring for my own good, to put everything over our relationship. I got mad, telling her that you were the only family I had left, and that I promised mom that I wouldn’t ever let anything come between that, and asked her if she was too cold-hearted to understand that family is the most important thing there is.’
‘Let me guess: she was quite pissed off.’
Jay nodded. ‘You know what she said? She said that her family was everything for her, but that her father and her mother both showed signs of the virus. They both told her to leave, because they didn’t want her to see them suffer. Rochelle didn’t want to, but she decided to let them both down, to live with me. She…she said it was my fault, because she thought I would be glad she wanted to be with me, leaving her parents to die alone. Then she said it obviously had been a bad idea because I wouldn’t feel the same about her, and that she should’ve known I would never let you down, that I put you over everything else.’ He laughed vacantly. ‘I mean, what was she thinking? That I would leave my brother for her? To go somewhere with her, abandon you? She should know me better. There’s no way I would ever do that, even without the promise I gave mom.’
‘So she dumped you because of me?’
As he heard the pain in Ved’s voice, Jay’s anger disappeared. He looked at his little brother, who was still standing at the staircase, looking like he was lost. And he
was lost. All of them were lost now.
‘This has nothing to do with you, Ved. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t know why I thought Rochelle and I…that it was something good. She was just selfless and egoistical, and I am glad it’s over.’
‘Where’s she now? Back to her parents?’
Jay shook his head. ‘She said something about a train that is leaving town this evening. It’s supposed to bring all kids under eighteen out of here, to get them out of the danger zone. She asked me if I was really convinced I didn’t want to join her, and I just stared at her. Then she left.’

Amber looked at Jay, her mind still processing the story he had just told her.
‘Did you see her again after that?’
‘No. After my anger had disappeared, I decided it wasn’t a good idea to separate like that, with this fight between us. I went to her place to talk to her, because I thought she’d be there, telling her parents goodbye for the last time.’ He paused, and Amber felt tears welling up in her eyes when she thought about the moment she had left town back then. Her father had insisted that she would leave him before he died. He had insisted that she wouldn’t ever turn back. And Amber had followed his request. She had kissed and hugged him for the last time, then she and Dal had left Bellevue Heights.
‘But when I got there, I didn’t need to go inside the house to know it was over. I knew she hadn’t come back there. When she had left my parents’ house, she must had been going straight to the train station. I knew it was too late to catch it, so I went back home. I’ve never talked to her again.’
‘Do you know where she went to?’
Before Jay talked again, she felt that something was going on. The way his shoulders suddenly slumped. The tears that had disappeared during the middle of his story, suddenly came back into his eyes.
‘I don’t know where the train was supposed to bring them. Maybe if my mother would’ve made us go, too, I would know, but by the time the news announced that they were preparing trains to bring the kids out of town, she was too weak to make any decisions.’
‘I remember the train,’ Amber said, ‘Some of my friends were brought away. I never heard of them again. Dal and I went to look for a farm out of town, but as you know, we ended up in the Mall. I just hope they all made it out of the danger zone, far away from the virus.’
‘They didn’t.’
Jay’s voice wasn’t more than a whisper, and again, he avoided Amber’s gaze. He stared in front of him, his eyes finding some spot in the far past.
‘The night the train had started off, it had an accident. I don’t know exactly what happened, but some of the gas tanks must’ve gotten too hot. There was a huge explosion. No one survived. It was all over the news.’
‘Oh my god.’ Amber finally saw things clicking together. After her fight with Jay, Rochelle had gotten on the train as fast as she could. They’d never talked again, clearing things up. And she had died in the accident. Jay never had a chance to make it right again.
‘Jay, I…I am so sorry!’ She turned to him, holding him in her arms. She felt his tears falling down on her chest, heard his silent sobs. After a while, she let go of him, and he looked at her, his eyes red-rimmed.
‘I felt so guilty, Amber. When I found out what had happened, it was like I died again. First my father who got killed just before the virus broke out, through a bank-robbber’s bullet, then seeing my mother suffer from her disease, and then Rochelle. I wanted to die so badly, Amber. I felt like it was all my fault. For days, I didn’t eat anything, nothing made sense to me anymore. Even Ved didn’t mean anything to me. I didn’t care about him suffering over our parents’s death, or the situation in town that was going out of hand more and more. I wished that the virus would get a hold of me, too. Because I felt that it would’ve been the only punishment that would make it all right again.’ He paused, taking a long breath. ‘It was a week later, that I finally woke up from this lethargy. I was sitting in my room, staring at the walls and thinking about the possibilities to end my pain, when I heard a loud crash in our living room. I ran downstairs and saw Ved lying on the floor. He had collapsed out of sheer exhaustion. It was the moment I realized what he had been going through these past days. I saw his bones sticking out of his pale skin. It was the moment I knew I had to do something. Ved and I packed all of the things that we seemed to need and left the house. Two days after that, we met Ram and started our new life with the Technos, leaving everything else behind. But I never forgot the way Rochelle had looked at me that day. It was like she knew something would happen, that she was saying goodbye and just wanted to see me one last time. And I never forgot how guilty I felt since then. I keep having dreams about her every night. I can’t forget it, Amber. I moved on, but this whole last year, she never really disappeared, she was in my mind all the time. And when you told me about the dreams you had about Bray, the guilt you felt because you left the city and the possibility to maybe find him one day, no matter what you’ve seen at Mega’s place back then…’
‘It all came back to your mind,’ Amber finished his sentence, nodding. Now she knew why Jay had been so quiet all this time, and she felt stupid, thinking about why it never had occured to her that the reason for his recent behaviour lay in his past. She took Jay’s hands into hers, nothing’s coming to her mind that would make his pain go away. She knew how he felt; she had felt like that for the past months. When she looked at Jay, he took her into his arms. They sat like that for hours, until the sun went down and they finally went to bed, Baby Bray silently breathing in his crib right beside them.

‘I’m sorry, but we’re out of rooms at the moment,’ Ruby answered the young couple standing in front of her. They looked exhausted, like they’ve been walking around for days without proper hours of sleep and food. The girl’s blonde hair fell lose over her shoulders, and she seemed to have difficulties to keep her eyes open. The boy looked a bit more awake, but still, the way he looked around with his hazelnut brown eyes, his hair slightly flying with these movements, told Ruby that there was nothing he wanted more than a bed and a bowl of food. There was something about both of them that made Ruby feel uncomfortable for no particular reason.
‘Are you sure?’ Can’t you check again?’ It was almost breaking Ruby’s heart how desperate the two of them looked, although she had always told herself not to let personal feelings interfere with work issues.
‘I’m sorry,’ she repeated, noticing that except a small backpack, both of them had no luggage with them. The girl nodded, flashing a short smile at Ruby.
‘No problem at all. We’ll find something else. Thank you anyways.’ They both turned around, and Ruby could hear them whispering.
‘I told you we should’ve gone directly where we planned to go. Didn’t you say there’ll be enough place for sure, anyways?’
‘And I told you we can’t.
I can’t. Not yet.’
The girl’s shoulders slumped, as she opened the door. Suddenly, an idea stroke in Ruby’s mind, and she shouted, ‘Hey, wait!’ Both of them stopped, turning back to Ruby. In the boy’s eyes, she noticed worry, but in the girl’s, there was something else. Hope.
‘I might know a place where you could stay for a while. Let me just talk to someone.’

‘So, where you’re from?’
Ruby put two glasses of soda in front of the young couple while they were waiting for Amber. She had used the wrist transmitter that the Technos had used back then and that Darryl still used sometimes to contact the Mall Rats. As usual, when she told everyone about the young couple needing a place to stay for a couple of days, Lex and Slade had refused to give them shelter.
‘We don’t even know what this place is, who they are! I’m not gonna let two strangers in here this time, Amber,’ Lex said, ‘this is not an animal shelter, you know?’
‘Lex’s right,’ Slade agreed, crossing both arms over his chest. ‘We still haven’t adjusted to this place, we barely know the people around and moreover, we have our own issues at the moment.’
Eventually, both of them were being overruled by the others. Everyone agreed that the way this city had given them shelter, a
home, they should give something back to the two young people.
Now Ruby, the boy and the girl waited for Amber to pick them up. They both seemed relieved, and their exhaustion was almost tangible. But while the girl drank her soda like someone who had spent the last few weeks in the desert, the boy only stared into his glass, running his fingers over its edges.
‘So far away that sometimes I don’t even know if we’re still in the same country,’ the girl said, laughing dry.
‘We are,’ the boy said, and Ruby didn’t know if he was also trying to make a joke or wanted to remind his girlfriend not to be silly.
‘God, where are my manners,’ Ruby said, shaking her head and stretching out her hand. ‘Im Ruby. And you are…?’
Something weird was going on. The two young people in front her changed a fleeting glance, and suddenly, she was sure that the next thing they would say would be a lie.
‘I’m…Grace,’ the girl said, then pointing to her boyfriend. ‘That’s Lucas.’
Lucas looked at Ruby, and suddenly, she felt like she knew him from somewhere. His green eyes looked exhausted but had a determined expression n them that Ruby had only seen once: when Amber had told her back then that she would not ever give up until Mega had paid for what he had done to the city. She could see exactly the same expression in Lucas’ eyes as he stared at her intensively.
Grace must’ve felt the tension that had been built up between Ruby and her boyfriend, because she said, ‘Is it really okay that we stay at your friend’s place? I mean…we’re intruders. We don’t want anyone to have to bother for us, really.’
Ruby smiled at her, glad she could focus on something else than Lucas’ piercing green eyes.
‘Don’t worry,’ she said, ‘Amber is probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. She’ll be glad to help you.’
Something was going on with Lucas. His eyes widened, and his hands that were still playing with his glass, suddenly started shaking uncontrollably. He stood up, the stool he was sitting on falling to the floor with a loud bang. He stared at Grace, then bolted out of the saloon without further comment. For a second, Grace just stood there, staring at the door. Then she seemed to wake up, jumped over the stool and ran after him, shouting ‘Hey, wait!’
Ruby ran to the door, seeing both Grace and Lucas standing in front of a pile of old wheels. She heard Lucas saying ‘I can’t…I just can’t,’ over and over again. When he noticed her staring at them, he whispered something to Grace, and she turned around. Both girls stared at each other for a moment, then Grace mouthed ‘Sorry,’ and she and Lucas disappeared behind the saloon. Ruby just stood there, not able to realize what had just happened. A moment later, she shook her head and went back in as she heard a customer calling out for a new drink.

Amber listened to the story Ruby was telling her. She soaked in every information, because despite the fact that the young couple, Grace and Lucas, apparently didn’t want to be helped, she was determined to give them shelter. She didn’t even know why. Maybe it was the fact that Ruby had told her about their both medical condition: malnourished and as tired as someone who may not even know anymore what sleep felt like.
‘They just ran away? Without any word?’
Ruby shrugged and said, ‘Well, that girl, Grace, she said sorry, but I don’t even know if she was honest about that.’ She snorted.     ‘Anyways, I’m sorry to have bothered you to come out here for…this. I don’t know what got into me, playing the good samatarian for two runaway kids.’
‘Do you know where they were heading off to?’
‘Are you serious?’, Ruby answered, staring at her, blankly. ‘I just told you that they clearly don’t want any help, and you…what? You still want to go look for them?’
Amber didn’t know how to answer. In a way, Ruby was right, it was obvious that her help wasn’t needed anymore. She knew she should just get back to the Mall and take care of the ones that somehow depended on her. She had her own problems, the insomnia still kept her awake at night, even if Jay finally managed somehow to get rid of most of his nightmares. And there was still the unsolved situation with Ebony. She knew she should rather focus on the problems in her own life.
Instead, she said, ‘I just want to know if they’re okay. I know what it’s like, not to know where you belong, not having a place to go to.’
‘And what if they run away again?’
‘Well, at least I can say that I tried what I could.’
Ruby looked at her, then she sighed and said ´, ‘You’re way too good for this world, you know that, right?’

Amber slowly made her way through the forest behind Ruby’s bar. She was thankful that back then, when she was found by the Eco-Tribe, Pride had been determined to make her learn how to read tracks, whether it’s animal tracks or the ones that two pair of shoes leave behind when strolling through thick undergrowth. Branches were broken, separated in the middle. It hadn’t rained for about a week, but somehow, the floor was still slightly wet, and Amber saw two pairs of footsteps in a small puddle of mud right in front of her. She looked up and allowed her ears to be the only senses that took in impressions. Pride had been impressed when he had first seen Amber shot a bird with an arrow, without even seeing it, only by trusting her hearing. He had never seen anyone who was able to shut off all the other senses, and when he had first told her that, Amber had been more than proud on herself. And now, she knew, that all the long hunting lessons with Pride would pay off once again.
Suddenly, she heard a rustling noise coming right in front of her. She ducked, making her way through thick branches, covering her face so she wouldn’t get any scratches. Then she saw a movement, just a slight one, but enough to know that she had found the two kids that had left Ruby standing in front of her bar, startled. While she was rushing through the woods, she tried to remember their names. She knew Ruby had told her, but while the adrenalin was rushing through her veins, she had difficulties to concentrate.
‘Grace! Lucas!’, she yelled, when she finally remembered. ‘Wait! I’m here to help you!’ Amber could still see someone running away from her, and she tried to run a bit faster. ‘If you’re in trouble, we’ll help you! You can stay with us as long as you need to!’
Eventually, she thought she couldn’t run anymore. Her breath came in sharp gasps, when suddenly, first one pair of shoes appeared, then, another. She stopped, looking right into the eyes of the couple that had tried to get away from her so desperately.
For a moment, all Amber could do was staring at them, while she was trying to get her heartbeat to slow down.
Grace was…beautiful. Although her long blond her seemed out of order from the long run, it still had a shiny glance. Her face had a olive tone, which clearly came from being out in the open, but under her eyes, Amber could see dark rings. Her clothes looked surprisingly good, given the circumstances.