Creative Writing discussion

Night started noticing his eyes getting deeper in color for about a year now. His eyes started off light blue, but now they are deep and could even look black in the right light. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He had brown average length hair, was thin, and wasn't bad looking. He even had a girl friend, but there was something that no one would miss about him or his reflection. The fact that he had a tattoo design that looked like a the tip of a fire, that ran down his entire right arm.
"Hurry up Night!" His mom yelled. "You'll be late for school!"
Night ran back to his room, grabbed his backpack and raced out the door.


((Now someone please continue this.))

When Night reached the school, his friends were waiting by the statue of the Warrior. He slowed as he approached because he noticed that standing with them was the new guy who had transferred in from Maine. "What's he doing here?" Night asked Joey, his best friend. "Just chillin with us, he seems OK." Night noticed the new guy was eying his arm. He caught the others eye and raised his eyebrow in a question. "Hey, my names Night, yours?" "Barrett. Nice ink. Mean anything"

... "Thanks," Night began, "and no, they don't mean anything. They are just... I don't know. I felt like it." Night finished eying this new kid.
"Well if you keep that up, you'll get ink poison." Barrett joked but not getting any laughs.
There was a pause and the first warning bell rang. "Well i'll see you later." Barrett said.
Everyone left for their first class.

While walking to class Night thought about Night though about the new kid, and about at the half way point to his first class he felt a sudden pain running down his left arm, and it started to shake. He held his wrist with is other hand to stop it from shaking. He felt like screaming, but couldn't. After 30 seconds passed the shaking stopped. He didn't know what had just happened, but it had never happened before. He proceeded to his class.He looked around and luckily there was no one there to see him tremble.

Night stepped into his AP English class, and felt another wave of pain begin, he must have looked terrible because Mr.Anderson stepped towards him, and asked if he was OK.Night shook his head no, and Mr. Anderson told him to go to the nurses office. Night stepped out of class and made his way down the hall; but he stopped in the bathroom not the nurses office. He stepped over to the row of sinks and ran cold water down his arm.
As the cool water soothed the heat, he wondered why he had ever let his Uncle Randy talk him into getting the tattoo in the first place. That night a year ago was still fogged in his head. But he remembered the words his uncle had used: "The pen is mightier than the sword, and wielding of it changes the world." "Yeah, it changes things alright." Night told his reflection.

Night looked closly at his arm, realising that something was differnt, the tip of the tatto was changing from black to red. He cringed in pain. He didnt know what to do and what was happening, but he had a feeling that new kid had something to do with it. It sounded crazy, he knew, but it felt right.

Barrett had watched Night leave the classroom, and asked Mr. Anderson if he could go make sure Night was OK. As he stepped out the door, he watched Night enter the bathroom. He followed and as he pushed open the door he heard Nights remark; "It changes everything." Night had no idea how true that was. "Hey man, you OK?" He stood very still as Night spun around and his eyes... man his eyes were like twin burning spots of coal, they were so dark. He was going to have to move faster than the Hirð Oldunga had planned. Sometimes it did not pay to be a Penni' and this was one of them. "Night I need to talk to you and this is not the place to do it." Will you come with me, if I promise to give you answers?"

"No!" Night yelled. "I know you have something to do with my inks pain!" He charged at Barrett and slammed him into the wall with is left arm pressed up against Barrett's throat.
Barrett looked down at the markings. They were bright red. He then looked at Night's eyes. They were as black as a cold ocean. "I am the causer of your pain." Barrett said and looked at Night's eyes be as bright black as a fire at what was being told to him. "But you and i are more alike then you could ever know."
Barrett felt the pressure of Night's arm lesson and finally Night backed away. Barrett knew that this was the right time even if it was in the bathroom. Barret bent down and pulled up his right pant leg.
"You do not know what me finding you has just unleashed." Barrett said as he stopped pulling at his knee to reveal the same mark as Night had.

"The only difference between us is I know what it means and you do not. The marks are raging to be released and you need to learn fast how to control yours." Night Barret's voice but the words were lost in the maelstrom of his mind. His arm was beginning to tingle like he had slept on it. "Point your hand at the wall and let go of your thoughts." Barret tole him. Night felt like an automaton being controlled from somewhere else. He raised his left arm and pointed it the bare wall; with a snap his arm locked into place and bright red ink flew from the pen tip to land on the wall.
The ink seemed to have a life of its own and formed deep swirling pools that began to run like mercury. "Tell it what to say, tell it now!" Yelled Barret. Night focused and wrote his first words in Drek; On the wall he watched as the words in his mind appeared first in nonsense and then plainly he could read; "What does this have to do with me?" He gasped at the realization of his thoughts being projected by the tattoo. He also realized the pain was gone, as he dropped his arm.
As Night turned to face Barret, he was afraid but he needed to know, and he needed to know now. "Night do you remember the night you got the tattoo? The night your uncle died?" Night felt like he had fallen into a nightmare and trying to remember that night only made it worse. "Car wreck on the way home." Night finally replied. "NO, not a car wreck." Barrett said into the stillness. "Something far worse happened and if we are to survive the coming days you have to remember what happened." "That mark on your arm is no tattoo, it is a living legacy passed to you by your Uncle at the moment of his death. It must be controlled and you must remember." "Our being together here and now is not suppose to happen, neither are you suppose to be in contact with anyone who wears that mark. But you were and now the consequences are spinning out of control, unless we can figure this out, together."
Night turned away and looked in the mirror, his eyes were blue once more, with a faint ring of black around the edges. "Tell me what to do."

Another kid stepped into the bathroom and entered one of the stalls. "This is not he time," Barret began, "follow me." Barret grabbed Night by the arm and dragged him out of school.
"What are you doing? We're going to get expelled!" Night yelled but no response came. Barret just kept on leading him.

Soon they came to an abandoned basketball court surrounded by trees. "Back away." Barrett said. All his emotion had left.
Night backed to the chain-link fence and wrapped his fingers in it. While Barret stood in the middle of the court and closed his eyes. Hands at his side Barrett began to raise them and made his arms straight out from his shoulders.
Everything began to become a mixture of black and dark blue, but Night never took his eyes off Barret. "What's going on Barret?" Night asked. Three seconds later, Barret jumped up and flipped bringing his right leg out in front of him. Force acted on Barret and brought him down to the Earth at full force making the cement of the basketball court split and in the place where Barret's foot landed was a dark blue ink puddle the size of a manhole cover.

"Jump in." Barret commanded.
Night took steps closer. "What do you mean?" He asked. "And why is yours blue?"
"There is so much for you to learn." Barret started. "There are four of us. And four colors. When we all come together that's when our ink becomes truly black. Now get it. We must find a save place to talk and talk to him to M to locate the other two."
Night couldn't believe this. 'It's just a tattoo' he thought. But seeing is believing so he did as he was told, and jumped into the ink.

For a moment, it was black all around him, then he came out into some light but not much. He looked to see Barret beside him. "Where am i." he demanded. Barret fell against his wall, breathing heavily. "Corr..corridor." he said, regaining himself. "You'll learn how to do that soon." Barret said, Night thought he must be going crazy.

Night looked around and saw that they were in a corridor. Night thought he was dreaming. Everything was marble and pillars ran from the ceiling to the floor.
"M has been waiting for me to return for quite a while. You were very hard to track." Barret said and started heading forward.
There were many halls that lead from the corridor but there was one that had a royal red carpet that lead down the the hall that was straight a head of the two of them. Night looked back expecting to see a door, but there was none. His only way to leave must be his tattoo.
Night and Barrett walked down the hall with the red carpet. "Who is M?" Night asked trying to keep up with Barrett.
Barrett looked a little afraid. He was wide-eyed, but he answered, "He is Master. He found me first after my parents died. He took me in and gave me this as a home."
Night felt bad for Barrett, not having parents anymore, which reminded him of his parents at home. If he doesn't go home after school his parents would worry. "What will my family d-."
"Me finding you will hurt you more than you think." Barrett kind of whispered.
"What does that mean?" Night asked concerned.
"You're questions we be answered through words... or actions."

The hall opened up into a room. A man sitting in a chair. "Master." Barrett said and bowed. Night did the same and glanced at Barrett's fear-stricken eyes.

Night looked at the ground like barrett was doing. whats happening. he thought. why am i here, i must be dreaming.'

"Rise." the man in the chair said. "Come here, boy." he said to Night, Nights face went white as he looked at Barrett, who motoined for him to go. He gulped and did as he was told.

This was Night's first real look at Master. He was wearing a trench coat and black jeans and that was it. The black trench coat was open to reveal the same tattoo pattern that Night and Barrett had, but only it was covering his whole body. His neck, his chest, his arms, and Night guessed his legs too.

Night walked up the steps that lead to the chair. The Master stood up and looked at him. Night kept his head low until he finally reached the last step. Night looked up and looked at his Master's eyes. They were gold. They were black, and gold.

"What is your name boy?" M, asked.
"Night, sir." He answered.
The master must have liked Night's name. He smiled when he heard it. "Let me see your arm, Night."

Night did as he was told and held out his left arm. M rolled up his sleeve and looked at it. Night watched as his tattoo turned red again, and his arm began to tremble. "This will only hurt for a second." Master said.

Night wanted to pull his arm away and even tried, but he couldn't. He just stood there and watched. His ink changed from red to gold and he looked at the masters eyes. They had turned red. "Master-," Night began.
"It is only temporary. It will help you learn." M interrupted.

M's eyes changed from red to bright and shiny gold, but Night's arm was still gold. Night's shaking got worse and he couldn't take his eyes off M's eyes.

M blinked and with a mighty force the tattoo pattern ran throw his entire body but vanished in a second except for the part on his arm.
It was like Night had been shot. If Night had been shot, he was sure that that was how it felt. The last thing he saw was his tattoo return to black again. Then he collapsed right there. Everything went black.

Night opened his eyes, it must have been a nightmare he thought, his arm still was in terrible pain, he tattoo was black, but her sat up and looked around, it was dark, he was in a small room, laying on a cot, he could hear voices outside the door, it sounds like Barrett and some one else. He groaned as he got to his feet and walked to the door.

He was about to grab the handle and open the door but decided not to. Instead he pressed his head against the door and listened in. “This time it will be your job.” Night guessed the Master said to Barrett.
“But sir!” Barrett gasped. “I couldn’t! Night doesn’t get all of what is going on!”
“Neither did you.” M returned.
Night wanted to interrupt and find out what they were talking about, but he waited it out. He knew something would be said.
“I don’t want to be the one to do this Master, please!” Barrett pleaded. “Or could you please not do it at all! He just got here an-,” Barrett was cut off.
Night got to his knees and looked through the key hole. The Master had his hand over Barrett’s mouth and he was lifting Barrett up off the ground with just that one hand. “You will be the one to do this task. It must be done for all our ink to be pure.”
Barrett’s eyes flashed gold and the Master threw him down to the ground like he was a broken, abused, doll. Night felt his arm tremble, but then realized it was his whole body. And that was all that he wanted to see and hear. Night raced back to his bed and hid under the covers trying to pretend to be asleep, but his heart pounding could probably be heard from outside the door. Night heard some more mumbling, and then his door swung open and the lights came on.

“It’s time to begin training, Night.” Master said.

Night looked at the master with wide eyes. "Ummm." he started. "There is no buts or anything!" M boomed. "You will train and there is nothing else to it!" Night nodded. "My parents." he managed to get out. "Your parent will be dead if you dont do anything!" M boomed. Night gulped, "Barret, will train you." M said. He walked out and Barret was there looking at Night.

Night got up. Barrett stood in the door frame. “Teach them what there is to know.” Master said. “And then you know what you must do Barrett.”
“Come with me.” Were the only words that Barrett spoke.
Night followed him down and up several hallways. Each hall was lined with art that was always made out of ink, not paint, and not pencil. Night was being led down a hall that only had one door at the very end. Barrett put his hand on the door and blue ink came up from his leg and went inside the key hole and a click came after that. Barrett opened the door to reveal a room that was entirely white. “Welcome to our canvas.” Barrett said and let Night step in ahead of him.

Nights eyes adjusted to the lights. But when he looked around, he noticed there were no lights. The walls were just, glowing. “We start out with basic number one.” Barrett said.

Barrett went to the far right side of the room and placed his hand on the wall. He jumped forward and looked like he was going to fall but blue ink flew from his leg and connected to the wall. Then the ink started to emerge from the wall, acting as a step. Barrett proceeded to climb up the stairs made of ink and when he got close to what looked like the ceiling he kicked off the wall and flew backwards and was going to crash into the floor. Except that a blotch of blue ink appeared where he stepped off the wall. It raced down the wall and onto the floor and directly under Barrett. The ink started to raised up from the ground and Barrett did a back flip to land perfectly on the blue ink platform. “It is your turn.”

Night watched, wide eyed. He gulped, then walked over to a wall, placing his hand on it. "Alright," he muttered, "do your stuff." Red ink pooled on the wall and spread, like a spider web. He climbed up the holes like a rock wall as the ink judded out like it had a mind of it's own. he climbed to the top then flipped away, trying to catch the ink on his way down, but missed. He yelled as he fell, then stopped ubruptly. He was hanging upside down, his nose an inch from the floor. He looked up to see blue ink wrapped around his ankle. "Nice try!" Barrett chuckled as he set him down. "You just need a little practice."

"And nice touch with the spider web." Barrett added. "But, if you make stairs from the ink, it will go much faster and you get the momentum that you need to flip off the wall.

Night nodded, rubbing his arm. It felt tingly from his attempt. He set his hand on the wall to try again

He concentrated, making about three stairs before he fell. He sighed, determinded to get it right. It was like he was in a dream.

He placed his hand on the wall for the third time, his face set. He began to climb the stairs he had made gaining confidence as he went. When he was almost to the top, the room began to shake. He tried to keep his balance ,but fell, only to be caught by Barrett again. "You have to be ready for anything" Barrett said, helping him up. "Try it again." Night scowled, getting tired of this.

Night placed his hand on the wall and let the ink make the first step. He got on it and started to run up the stairs he created. He was almost to the top when the door to the room flung open with a crash and M stood in the doorway.

Night lost his concentration and stumbled and fell. Gold ink saved him this time and he was placed gently on the ground.

Night looked over to Master to thank him for saving him but he didn't make eye contact. "Barrett, it is time." Master said and lead Barrett out of the room and closed the door behind them.

Night ran to the door and opened it up. But as he looked down the long hallway, Master and Barrett were no where to be seen.

"Barrett!?" Night yelled. Night started to run down the hall and looked around every corner hoping to see them. But they weren’t there, but Night kept running. “Where are you!?” He yelled and slowed down giving up his chase.
When he stopped he was at the dead end of a hall, there was nowhere else to go. Night put his hand on the wall of the hall and started to catch his breath. As soon as he was going to release his hand, the black tattoo that ran up his arm started to turn gold, the color of M’s tattoo. The shaking a and uncontainable pain ran through his arm, he tried to walk down the hallway but his vision was going dark and he fell to the ground… Two leather shoes stepped into his view that was pointed at the red carpet that lined the ground. With all his strength he looked up to see Master with his arms folded. A golden barrier with some transparency appeared right in front of Night, blocking him from Master, and also blocking his way out.
“Do not worry, we are your family now, we aren’t going to do anything that will hurt you. You will see that our family is what is best for you.” Masters voice rang in his ears.
Nights vision was almost completely gone. He heard Master’s footsteps start to walk away. Night’s heartbeat, match the pace of the footsteps, and then on an even beat, Night blacked out. His last thought was, this is and has been, a trick and a trap since the day that I got that tattoo.

Barrett--- Chapter 2

He was against it, but he had to. Master did it to him, and then Barrett now had to do the same for Night, no matter how much it would hurt him, no matter how much Night would hate Barrett. The same hatred that Barrett felt, feels, for Master.
Barrett had waited for nightfall until he would do what Master asked. The time was past one in the morning and he knew that Masters ink would be watching him, and recording him, so that he could show night what took place, and that there is no going back. Just like master did to Barrett.
With one last breath Barrett started to walk up the sidewalk that lead to the front door of the house that was silent as a grave. Barrett put his hand on the door knob, and let the ink flow throw his body and into the key whole. Slowly the ink unlocked the door and Barrett entered the house.
The house was nice a living room off to the right and then a stairway that led upstairs right in front of him. There was a kitchen down a hall off to the side of the stairway, and only the stream of air that moved through the air vent could be heard. Such a peaceful home would soon be ruined, and Barrett would become a murderer.
He looked at the steps, they were wooden, and that wouldn’t work if he wanted to get up the stairs without waking them up. He used what he showed Night. The ink from his leg ran up to his arm and then down the wall to make a staircase made out of ink. A staircase that couldn’t squeak. He slowly proceeded up the stairs and made it to the top without making a sound louder than the air vent. Barrett looked to his right, into the room of two people, a man and a woman, sleeping. These two people were Night’s mother and father.
Barrett couldn’t help himself, a tear formed in his eye as he remember Master killing his parents. And as much as Barrett didn’t want to, he knew that if he didn’t do what he was asked, Master would kill him. Barrett stood in the doorway of the room for what seemed like an hour, with the same tear in his eye, he couldn’t force the ink out that would cause the two parents to be strangled to death, he couldn’t.
A small whimper finally left his mouth, and within that same second, the lamp that was on the side of the bed was on and both of them were sitting upward. Barrett’s eyes dilated and he didn’t know what else to do, but run backwards in the house and back down the stairs.
He heard the woman shriek and the man got out of bed and looked like he was up for a chase. And that he was. The man started chasing Barrett down the stairs. Barrett, instead of running out of the house and into the open where he could have safely ran out of sight. But he then would be killed by Master. He had to finish the job. There was no other option.
The man was set back by the blue ink that covered the walls, but didn’t stop running after Barrett. Somehow the man had gotten a knife and he held in tightly in his hand. Barrett turned around as he was at the entrance of the kitchen. The knife was sailing through the air and at his face, Barrett didn’t have time to react and the knife was only a couple feet away, Barrett’s heart stopped and… A gold wall of ink appeared in front of him and caught the knife. Barrett had to think about what just happened before he could fully understand what just happened. The wall of ink had some ink in black in the direction that faced Barrett. It read:
“Finish the job or else,” marked with a crossbones under it.
The wall of gold, and the knife, fell to the ground.
“What the?” The man said.
Barrett let the ink fly from his leg up to his arms and out into the air, he controlled it to wrap around the man’s, he held the man toward the ceiling and watched him struggle for air. The woman, who was on the stairs with a cordless phone in her hand, was pushing in buttons, but stopped to gasp at what was happening. Barrett’s eyes, and pride dropped to the floor as his other hand, controlled another stream of ink, that headed straight for her neck.
It took a total of five minutes of constant ink-flow until their struggling stopped. It was if he had tortured them and when it was confirmed, he just stopped the ink, and let the bodies fall to the ground. Blue ink was splattered everywhere and the tears that fell from his chin mixed with it as the gravity pulled them to the ground.
Barrett stood there with tears falling from his face as time passed. He thought about why he had to do it, how HE, Barrett, HAD to do what he just did. He ask if Mast could have done it, but Master refused, told him it HAD to be this way, or else the completion of the ink family wouldn’t ever come full-circle.
Red and blue flashing lights came from outside of the window from the living room.
“Come out with your hands up!” A megaphone shouted.
Barrett didn’t panic. He didn’t even move. He encased himself in blue ink, and soon he was back home, in his bed, bawling his eyes out. With his family only rooms away. Master, and Night, his ink family.

Night--- Chapter 3

When Night woke up, he was still blocked in the corner of the hall with gold ink. He rubbed his eyes and held his arm. He wanted to get out of here, he wanted to go back home and live his average life. He gained the strength to get up and then he looked at the golden wall of ink chance to white. Then an image of Barrett appeared, he was in a place that looked like his house. Ink flew from Barrett’s arms and then… Night’s mother and father were…
The clip replayed over and over, and every time it played, the voice of Master repeated. “We are your family now. We are your family now. We are your family now.”
The clip stopped playing and the golden wall disappeared. Night was on his knees on the ground with his hands over his ears, but when the wall disappeared, and when the video stopped playing, he could he the realness of his voice as he stepped into view. “We are your family now, Night. We will be your family.”

Barrett looked at the ceiling. Ink. Everything was ink around here. When he was younger he used to dream about escape. But he was nieve back then. And he knew it. Master was strict, no he was worse then that. And now that new boy was here. At least a friend. But he was even more nieve then he had been. There was no getting out. They were apart of the ink. All there was was embrass. So Barrett did his best to embrass it. Because ink can't die. Right?

Master carried Night back to his room. Master forced Night to collapse on the ground to neutralize his furry. Night would be just as upset as Barrett was when Master killed Barrett's parents. Night would want to kill both him and Barrett, but Master would have to do the same rehabilitation method that he used on Barrett to get him sane again.

Master walked into Barrett's room. He had been crying, probably remembering his parents death. But his weakness was still very much present.
"I had to edit quite a bit out. Considering the fact that you couldn't do the job the easiest way, when they were asleep." Master said as he leaned against the side of the doorway.

Barrett took his face out of his palms and he looked with hatred at Master.
"I wouldn't have had to do the job at all if it weren't for you." Barrett yelled.

Master's eyes became furious but he wasn't up for a fight right now.

"Good news," master started when his anger died down. "We've located the third member of the ink family. I need you to go retrieve her for us, will you? She's located in the biggest private school in Phoenix, Arizona. I'll expect to see you within five days." Master said and started to walk off.

Barrett was going open his mouth and say no, but the next thing that Master said stopped him.
"You know what will happen if you fail." Master stated, and proceeded down the hall.

Night heard little. But the another family member? That part he heard. And someone yell. Could it be Barrett? He couldn't let master and Barrett bring another person here.

Night tried to listen through the door again, but Barrett's room was all the way down the hall, and he could barely hear a thing. Night was still weak from what he saw yesterday, but his furry was as strong as ever.
Night thought about what he heard last. Master expected Barrett to be gone for five days. This would be Nights only chance to kill Barrett, if it was indeed what he intended to do.

Night ran down the hall to Barrett's room and saw Master. Night didn't expect to see him, but he was so mad that he didn't care. Night let red ink flow from his arm and made a grade step that appeared under him. The step flung him over Master and Night was going to land soon.

Gold ink, wrapped itself around Night's ankle and threw him against the ground.Gold ink covered his body making him unable to move.
"You and I are going to need to talk." Master said.

The same force of pressure entered Night's mind. Pressure that Night couldn't over-come. Night's vision got dark and his body got weak. He then blacked out in a matter of seconds.

Barrett swore and cursed master as he packed his bag. It was all he could do not to cry. He stuff things rapidly inside the small back. Pheinix Arizona. The girl. He swore again. Somehow, one day he's get out. He swore to it! Just not outloud. Not yet.

The name 'Notre Dame Preparatory' on the map had him prepared for something ancient and massive. He was poorly prepared for the sprawling campus that greeted his eye.
He paid and thanked the cab driver and went into his 'student' mode with a lazy sauntering gait, haversack hanging limply off his shoulder.
He was just in time, neither too early nor too very late. He needed to blend in and locate her. He had checked a yearbook he had managed to get hold of and knew how Violet looked. She was enrolled in the Honors program and that made things a bit easier as there were only 25 students in her group currently into their third year.
He went over to the corner of the main building and hung around wearing an air of distracted impatience to appear as if he was doing some last minute reading up for an assignment and couldn't be bothered.
Half an hour later he spotted her walking in wearing a bright blue NDP sweatshirt, her silky black hair neatly held back in place with a simple hair-clip.

"The only thing missing to complete a perfect nerd profile complete is a pair of rimless glasses!" thought Barret as he mentally summed up Violet and made his plans. "He'd definitely have to go a bit slow and cautious with this one!" he thought

The outfits that all the kids were wearing were part of the schools dress code. Barrett still looked over his book and studied the girl, trying to see if there was a certain profile she was trying to keep.
Violet... He spotter her and new that she was part of the Tattoo family because of one little mistake that she made while taking her yearbook picture. He tattoo, that ran down her left arm, was showing just a small bit on her shoulder in the picture. She probably never thought that it would be noticed, so she didn't ask for a redo picture of anything, but Barrett still kept his eyes on her.
Despite the whole academy get-up, she wasn't bad looking, she could even be considered hot, but at the moment, the way that she hides her face in a book while she sits on the edge of a fountain, she could barley even be noticed.
Barrett looked away from her as she raised her head to look around, she put her eyes back on her book and continued to read, and as Barrett continued to watch.
The girl wore a long-sleeved sweater even though the temperature, in Arizona, was 78 degrees Fahrenheit, it must be to hide her tattoo. Even Barrett used to hide his tattoo, he even still does hide his tattoo.
Barrett wore the dress-code clothes as well as everyone else, just to fit in. He had on a white vest with blue stripes and tan t-shirt underneath, he wore tan cargo pants, and his original, black, blue, and white tennis shoes; there didn't seem to be a dress code for shoes.
Barrett's legs were sweating, but he had grown used to it, trying to keep his tattoo a secret, he wished he could just be like Night, who wore a t-shirt to school and let everyone see his tattoo. But Barrett couldn't work up the courage to ever do that when he went to his old school.

Barrett was going to go up and talk to Violet, but then three girls came up and started talking to her. The girls that were talking to her weren't bad looking either, it was a possible that Violet was actually popular.
He hoped that these girls would leave soon so that he could go and talk to her, and make this mission an easy one. But for the moment, he looked threw his peripheral vision and he listened to their conversation.

((why do people name their children after colors! Its horried!))

"What ya doing book worm?" one girl sneered, smiling at Violet. Violet ignored her.

"Come on." Another said sweetly. "Its not like your ever going to be cool anyway, so hand it over." Violet bit her lip, and looked down at her book again.


Hand what over? Barrett thought. Violet got up and tried to move away from the girls, but then the first one pushed her back, into the fountain. They laughed and walked away like nothing happened.

"No better moment than now!" thouht Barret and started walking over to offer Violet some assistance.

"Won't Master and Night get a real kick if Violet's ink color was in fact Violet at times?" he thought as he reached the fountain and extended a hand.

On purpose he assumed a clumsy footing so that he gave her enough leverage to pull herself out but in the process tossing him in.

She was mortified!
"Shucks! I am so sorry! Here! Grab my arm" she said helping Barret out.

Barret had this sheepish grin on that sealed the moment. They both burst out laughing.

Barrett and Violet dried off in the heat of the sun, and Barrett waited for the perfect moment to untie his shoe. This was part of his plan to get her attention and feel free to talk openly about their tattoos.

"Hi i'm Barrett, i'm new here." Barrett said and offered his hand.

"So that is why i haven't seen you around here before. My name's Violet... Thanks for trying to help me out of the fountain." She returned.

"No problem, i hate it when jerks like that," Barrett started to stay as he got up and put his foot on the edge of the fountain and curled up his right pant leg just above the spot on his leg where his tattoo stopped. He then started to tie his right shoe. Violet's head was focused on his ankle and she gasped.

"That tattoo!" She said more to herself. "Do you mind if i see your tattoo?" She asked concerned.

Barrett smiled. "Not a problem, but could i show you in more a private place? I don't really like to show if off in public, especially in a school, when such profiling can be done." Barrett said just so that he could speak to her about the matter more privately.
She nodded in agreement and they started to walk off. With Barrett a step in front of her, he heard the second pair of footsteps stop. He looked back at violet. She was clenching her left arm in her right hand and she was shaking.

"Oh crap!" Barrett said to himself.
Barrett ran up to her and pulled her by the right arm and started running, looking for any place where they could be alone.

A few moments later they were standing out of eyesight and well beyond the librarian's earshot behind a rack of books on folklore and mythology in the East corner of the huge library.

Her expression was now rapidly fluctuating between ones of pain, disbelief, uncertainity, puzzlement and profound suspicion.

Barrett decided it was the moment for the truth and nothing else.

Night curled into a ball. The room was cold, like everything else here. His body covered in new bruises and scrapes. If he just hadent gone with Barrett! What would he parents be doing right now? Would they be searching for him? Would he be like one of those kids on KTV? But then his thoughts stopped. In front of his was Master. And Night couldnt' move.

The Master stood, leaning against the doorway with a red apple in his head. Night's eyes became full of hatred and he leaped and tried to attack Master.

Master's gold ink flew out of both hands and wrapped cuffs around Night's hands and then around his whole body. Master controlled his ink to throw Night against the wall of his room, raised off the ground, and Night struggling to get down.

"Listen, Night!" Master said, but not in a mad tone. "I know that you are angry over your parents death, but it is not our fault."

Night stopped struggling and listened to he had to say. The gold ink still held strong, and Night's eyes still remained with the same hatred.

Master continued. "Night, may i ask who got you that tattoo?"

Night hesitated to answer, "My uncle forced me to get it. He took me at a young age and he tricked me into getting the thing." Night yelled.

Master closed his eyes and he shook his head slowly. "I feel what you are saying, the same thing happened to me." Master knew that this would hook Night's attention. Master started to walk to the back of the room, away from Night. He told his story. "My father, was the head of the family. Head of the ink family. He forced me, manipulated me, and tricked me into getting my body tattooed, even though it was against my will. His reasons were, the ink family must live or sever torture would be forced on any person that has a tattoo. The ink would burn throw their skin, and the ink would make waste to the person’s brain. The reason that you have the tattoo, is because your uncle was a part of the ink family. He forced you to get that so that the tattoo’s of everyone in the world would not kill their owner.” Master finally made eye contact with Night. Night’s eyes, died to normal activity, he was getting the message of why, and how everything was happening.

Master continued. “Night. The family members must die, the mother and father, whomever claims you as their own, must die, so you can be let go. So the ink family can be whole, and can say that each other are their family members, and only those people are their family members.” Master let the ink go of night, but Night remained pressed against the wall. “My father told me what was going to happen, and what had to happen, and what I needed to do. And that was kill him.” Night became concerned but still didn’t say a word. His eyes were even beginning to water up. “Yes, Night, I killed my own mother and father. My dad said that it was necessary if we wanted to let all the people with ink to live. I had to do it Night. And the reason that I refuse the chain to stop is not only for the sake of those with tattoos, but for my family, so that I didn’t kill my own parents for nothing.”

Night dropped his head and Master saw a tear drop from his face. “I am sorry that it, happened to be this way. I know that life is unfair. But I can’t change the past, and I couldn’t control other’s actions. I will be in the main room to talk further, if you want.” Master started to walk away, but decided to add one last thing. “You are part of the family now. We are your family now, Night.” Master left.

Back at the library Barret had finished telling Violet about the power of their tattoos.Although skeptikal Violet took the information stoically. He was surprised.
"Aren't you going to ask me to demonstrate what the tattoo's power is like?!" he asked her.

"I lost my parents when I was five and since then nothing really shocks me anymore." replied Violet

In an attempt to loosen up the mood Barret said, " Well! Who knows! Your name might end up being your ink colour!"

For some strange reason, probably her stoicism in accepting what was happenning, her tattoo's soreness had been slowly easing away. But his words brought a grimace as she was uncertain as to how it would really feel to use the tattoo.

"My actual given name on my birth certificate is Sumire Sakura" said Violet.
"My father's business partner Mr.Mathew Johanssen adopted me and brought me over to the United States", she continued " The adoption papers have a name change to Violet Johanssen"
"Based on what you have just told me I am beginning to think he was somehow trying to hide and protect me by taking me far away and changing my name!"

"Sa-Ku-Ra" , went Barret, rolling the syllables out testing the name. "I think that's got more 'throwing power' " he said mischeviously.

"Well! Let's see what this 'Master' of yours says about name choices." she replied, her good humor restored

"But!" she said, "Just when there's a semblance of normalcy in my life,you are asking me to just ditch everything and come with you. Give me one good reason why?!"
Barret was astonished at her balanced way of looking at circumstances. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and said,"I like your forthrightness and cool composure Sakura. I hope the one thing I might be able to help you find out is the truth. The truth about who we are. The truth about what we are meant to be and biggest of all the truth that led to the death of your real parents"
Sakura stood, finger tips tracing an ellipse on her lower lip as she thought for a moment. "It's a Saturday today. The whole of the next week is off due to some inter college student activities. I won't be missed. Come let's go!" she saidand tugged his arm towards the exit of the library.
Barret grinned thinking ,"More like she's taking me to Master and not the other way around!