A great man once said, "Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." He should have added an "aw, fuck it" on the end? That's the part I can't get right. "Fuck it, and fuck you," I say it, and I think it, and I never believe it.You got me. Damn you, Anastasia, you got me.The goddamn woman has just gone all Ancient on me and she seems to be out to prove a point.Well, I am guessing her point is firmly directed at the fact that I moved our child to a location where only I can find him.So her curse is still firmly within the depths of that body.And I am going to give it to her, she is fucking strong, but god, now she has pissed me off. She is getting her shit right back.Two seconds ago I had somewhat of a tinkle of feeling, my blood is boiling and all I can see around me is complete red as my anger is now only but flaring.So as the group comes rushing towards me, I am still holding my stance in place. Then I drop my voi

It is with a mood of unsettled defeat that each one of the Misfits steps off the plane into what is probably one of the worst rainy days that London has to throw at them. After much arguing and little resolution, we had decided to return home. Breyden and Lilith are in the wind, and there is no way of knowing where they are, so to say that it is pointless in running all over New York City looking for two people that might not even be there is a truth that settled rather soon.So with a newfound spring in our steps and the determination to find them at all costs, we boarded a plane back home to come to find that much-needed rest that we all deserve. But after endless hours confined in such a small place, we all were faced with the thoughts of to which lengths Breyden will still go to save Lilith, that is if she is not already saved or even worse, if she is not, in fact, dead.But these are thoughts that we do not wish to entertain as Ethan, Connor, Anastasia, and I pile