Romans & histoires Madge Undersee Hunger Games

About me? "Excuse me! In my defense, I can't remember anything that happened to me here. So, forgive me if I can't remember you, Ms.?!" I stood straight in front of her, defending my honor... at least. I had no idea, but I thought I saw the image of my unknown mother in her. I felt scared a tad bit. The scary feeling of a disobedient son to his loving and strict mom. "Hmp! Apology accepted, Thorin. You even forgot my name. I am Magenta. You usually called me Mommy Maggie before, and you like raw meat a lot. You were a carnivore Thorin. You're very mischievous, too!"

“Someone!” My legs wobble and give out beneath me. I slump to the ground, leaning against the door while trying to breathe through the pain in my shoulder. Is this hell ever going to end? Will I always have a target on my back? Luna Ashford’s POV Madame Maura takes a seat across from Grayson, her eyes trailing over him before landing on his silver hair. The small smile that pulls at her lips has my stomach jumping in excitement, but I shove the feeling down.

“You’re all skin and bones. What good is faith if you don’t have the strength to carry it?” Araceli smiled faintly, tracing a finger over the lace trim of her skirt. “I eat just fine, Mrs. Maggie. But thank you for the food. I know you don’t have to—” “Nonsense.” Mrs. Maggie turned, waving her wooden spoon. “What kind of Christian woman would I be if I let you starve?” Across the room, Mrs. Maggie’s grandchildren sat on the rug, giggling as they flipped through their picture books. A battered, well-loved copy of Cinderella. The cover was faded, the edges curling, but she knew every page by heart.

“No. She felt like a human. Only...a little different. I don't know how, but she felt different.” I couldn't have said it better myself. We lapsed into silence once more. I picked up my book and tried to continue reading, but found it impossible to hear the author's voice-over James and Maddie's, which were ringing in my ears. Did you even see the girl... She fought like one of us... No magic I've ever seen... When Maddie spoke again, I could tell it was just to change the subject. “I'm hungry,” Maddie said, patting her stomach.

CHAD May 14th 2018 The door to my car jerks open and I watch as Maddie gets in and closes the door behind her. She's wearing a long blonde wing, a black floppy hat with dark shades that cover the majority of her face. Looks like she's auditioning for a movie scene in which she's a part of in reality right now. 'How to get away with kidnapping the greek-gods virgin' I give her a stern look as she pulls her glasses down the bridge of her nose with her eyes peering over the top, meeting mine.

It was virtually impossible to be fat as a werewolf. I heard someone moving in the hallway, making me turn to see who was there. I saw Maggie’s face appear in the window of the door. I shot up, nearly tripping over my feet. I was so fast, “Mags!” I beamed, “What are you doing down here? I thought Alexander said you guys couldn’t be down here.” She smiled back at me, “I know- but I had to make sure you’re ok. You’re like my kid, ya know?” I laughed, “I know, I know. Don’t worry about me. I’m ok. Alexander is taking care of me. I’m comfortable down here anyway. I got a tv to keep me company when he’s gone.”

They are under a spell of some kind. A scream sounds, I recognise Madeline's voice. She has taken one of the zombie rogues on alone. She has shredded his arms and legs to the bone but his stomach and neck are untouched. He has swiped her across the stomach. She falls to the ground. Naveah jumps the rogue. Clawing his face and chomping down on his neck. Desperately wanting to save Madeline. Gunner quickly picks up Madeline’s dark brown wolf. She hangs limp in his arms. Looking round he sees a warrior. Handing her over to him growling to take her to safety. The warrior's eyes go large as blood spills over his beast.

Alice asked and hugged the already-seated girl. “Why are you here? Don’t you have a shift ma?” Clary started to say as she moved the groceries from the paper bag to their respective places. Alice Whitlock, mother to Clarissa and Cassandra was a nurse, she had chestnut hair which fell off her shoulders and a small built. She sat down on the couch and took a big gulp out of the bottle of water Clary offered her.

“What is it?” Graham broke the seal and unfolded the paper. The smell of charred wood rose instantly, as if the message itself had been dragged through fire. The words were written in jagged strokes of black ink, each letter pressed deep into the page: You took what was promised to me. The girl. The pack. The power. You think you can hide behind your walls, but I see everything. The child will not be born under your roof. When the moon wanes, I will come. And when I leave, you will have nothing.

I looked down and realise Maggie had another mark on her thigh, which as healing a lot quicker. “You need to break the mark on her thigh.” Kodan immediately moves Maggie closer to him and pushes a thigh at Zev for him to hold. Kodan bites down and another scream rips from Maggie, but she doesn’t struggle. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she falls unconscious from the pain, just as Zev moves and marks her other thigh. A low purr came from Maggie as she remained unconscious but I watch as the two bite marks on her disappear. I stalk towards Jase and his eyes widen as I bare my canines at me.