Another Fight For Remembrance Novels & Stories

Cassidy was later sentenced for inciting the actions that led to multiple deaths. When the skies finally cleared, the police recovered Jayden's body. To stop anyone else from trying to cross Deadman's Pass, most of the route was permanently sealed. Jayden's parents were gone. The police called me to claim his remains. I refused. Instead, I carried the baked ribs I'd made to my daughter's grave. "Maya, I made your favorite baked ribs. Have a drink with me."

"And then we end this. For good this time." I closed my eyes and let myself believe him. The Remnant was still out there. The threats were still coming. But we were still fighting. And as long as we were fighting, we had a chance.

“What do you remember?” She was silent for a few seconds, thinking. When light dawned on her face and she pulled her hand away, his heart seized up because he knew that she was going to remember everything. And more than anything, Adam wanted to spare her pain – but the only way to do that was for Katie to forget. Katie was never going to forget. Never, ever. What had happened to her was burned so deep into her – both literally and figuratively – that it was a part of her. Forever and always, and nothing that Adam did would or could ever change it.

It felt as if my soul were being ripped out through the top of my head. Even then, the crowd only grew louder. Rotten vegetables and eggs struck the platform. Someone shouted, "Traitor! Parasite! Rot in hell!" Behind me, the giant screen flickered. My memories began to rewind. The first scene appeared before everyone. It was the third day after Lily's death. I was dragged to the front of her memorial, where everyone demanded the attacker's name. They spat on me. They threw stones. Hands clamped around my arms, and someone yanked my hair hard enough to tear it loose.

It would also allow us to call out our progress to the others on the wall. Abel and I had a sick tradition. With each kill, we call out our ‘kill count’. This is even true when killing the undead in our video games. It was a contest of a sort to see who the better fighter was. Even Sam, Levi, and, surprisingly, Alec all joined in. We just laughed as we heard the numbers that were called out. It was all fine, it only spurred Abel and I to catch up with them and stay above them all. It wasn’t hard. That was until we heard the small feminine voices that sounded so much like my Remmie and Reign.

Weston grumbles. "Speak for yourself. I don't want to be involved in no threesome with your ugly ass." Gunner says after taking a swig from his beer. "What're we up to?" They ask. I spot the fucker I'm after and pick up the pace. "Aiden, you need to Rage in his cage. You know Remi has a strict policy against fighting." Well fuck me in the ass with no Vaseline. I forgot about Remi's damn rules.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with a black FG printed symbol on the left chest, black jeans, and a black hi-top sneaker that he bought last week to prepare for his first day of school after last semester. It was his older brother that he pitted a while ago. He was standing with his hands joined in front and head down, not daring to look in the eyes of the elder. The tension was pretty chilling between the father and older son, though nobody was talking. Even the servant standing behind them looked tensed.

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

“I don’t know. But I know Collins. He didn’t come back here for peace and friendship. That much I’m sure of.” Fighter looked away, eyes clouded. “Is there any way I can get those memories back? Something I can do to remember? Because I swear, if I had anything to do with this—if I hurt her mom—I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself.” He stared out the window, guilt suffocating him. Just then, Raymond’s voice echoed from outside the door. “Boys... come here. You need to see this.” They both jumped up and followed him to the living room, where the TV blared with breaking news.

But it passed quickly. I figured it was pointless to waste feelings on people who were never worth it. Then my father kicked me hard in the shin. Pain shot up my leg as he barked, "Apologize to Mrs. Vaughn now! You'd better grovel and beg for her forgiveness! If you don't, I swear I'll break your legs in front of everyone here so they'll all see just how shameless you are!" But I'd already lived one life being their scapegoat. This time, I wasn't gonna let history repeat itself.