Lost Again [Revised]

~+~ Three ~+~

Tate could see a long scar etched across Cerise's eye behind the dark face paint. It looked like it covered over her left eye, yet the eye managed to stay mostly intact, despite the steel gray color adorning her left eye. It mixed in with the brown smoothly. It was a surprise Tate didn't notice it earlier. It was a bright gray that nearly absorbed her whole left iris.

"I'm telling you this one more time. You stay far away from here or I will make sure you are a lot worse. I'll ruin you to the point of insanity and then even more. If you choose to come back, it won't be so pretty."

Cerise shoved her, demanding a response. Tate closed her eyes and nodded. The girl took it as a good enough answer and pushed her away. Before leaving, she said, "Tootles!"

The door slammed and Tate feared it would fly off of it's hinges one day because so many people shut it so forcefully. Tate stood there in shock for a moment, wondering how someone's demeanor could change so quickly after threatening someone like that. It truly amazed her.

Her inner self screamed at her, That's not important! That girl nearly killed you and even threatened you. That's not right!

But Tate knew that she had done the same thing once. She lived a life full of powerful yet empty threats. However, the only difference was how empty the threats were. Tate always knew some threats, she refused to fulfill. Cerise might be a completely different story and that's what scared Tate the most.

She stayed on the floor for the rest of the night, thinking of the life she never wanted her memories to bring her back to. However, every night she would return to the same two people who had changed her life. Sometimes, Tate wondered whether they were still looking for her or have given up a long time ago. She would have if she were them, she knew that much.

Yet, Olive wasn't her; she was her own person. Someone so strong yet have gone through enough to last a lifetime. And Kendrick. Tate would ponder for days, wondering what she ever did to have someone like him enter her life. He was frustrating, yet one of her closest friends. She knew she shouldn't have walked away from him when she lost Olive. Tate didn't think she would, but she was hurting without her new-found sister and staying alongside someone just didn't sound right anymore.

Tate thought about how opposite the two were; her and Olive. How had they managed to be sisters in this destroyed, messed up world? How had Tate managed to gain such an innocent person such as Olive to be her sister? And how had she managed to grab a guardian such as Kendrick? None of it added up. All she could think about is if they were still looking for her, or if either one was okay? Did they still even care about her? Highly unlikely. If it were up to Tate, they shouldn't have looked for her.

On the other hand, she was different than they were. Tate was a ruthless killer while Olive was a sweet, innocent being entering a dangerous world. Sure, Kendrick was a jerk, but he still cared. And it wasn't like he killed in his free time, unlike Tate. At least, Tate would hope so. However, if she hadn't cared, why would he have to?

If she did care, would she still be with them? If she hadn't walked away from her problems, would they still be a group to this day? Probably not. That one chick was already taking Olive away because of her. Tate caused destruction, she's not a problem solver or a life saver.

Tate sighed, wondering if she'd find one of them some day.

She walked out of Jasper's room, her hands craving for a solid object to pound against. There were no punching bags inside of the room when she inspected it and she needed to feel like she had some form of control over herself. The craving inside of her to fight tore her apart.

Tate couldn't find the room where the punching bags and other equipment was so she settled for taking a walk around the larger room where the arena stood. As she walked down the side of the arena, her hands trailing against the ropes of the arena, she noticed Cerise's room. It seemed barren of any people, including Cerise. However, she wouldn't know because the light hanging on the ceiling was off.

Once she made it completely around the arena twice - glancing at Cerise's room each time, she finally wondered back into Jasper's room. Her need to punch something was diminished and she felt eerily calm. However, she was utterly exhausted. Lying down on the bed, she wrapped herself in a blanket laid upon the mattress. No matter how comfortable she was, Tate couldn't seem to settle down. After a few minutes she laid on her back, staring up at the blank ceiling above her.

She sighed, her heart calming beating against her chest.

Maybe, she thought, falling into a deep, dark world. Maybe she'll find them. Then they could go live on that lighthouse they had once talked about. Maybe she could train Olive and be a good sister to her for once. Maybe she could actually find out if she had any other siblings considering her father is a God. He can't only have one child. Maybe she'll find someone to settle down with. Maybe she'll be okay one day.

A/N: A Tate POV. How exciting! Just know she's really important to this story so don't expect her to go anytime soon.

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~Morgan