Razen, mother of Marcus Razen Lector (my OC) and James Ryan Lector (Friends OC), has been keeping notes of her life, expressing her feelings and showing her thoughts as she grew. Jotting down what came to her mind, she would write everything in this notebook she carried with her all the time in a pack she had strapped to her back. Razen never left without the notebook or even her Journal for that matter. Everything she has done, thought of, observed or noted on, would be in her notebook and or Journal.
Few of those possessions lies in the hands of both her sons, none being to her daughter Reagan. Razen kept a safe stash of all her thoughts and feelings in a hidden file cabinet and a hope chest, both being stored in two different locations. One was found by her son, Marcus, in a lab below a house he know lives in after his father, Adam, had made the house for a specific reason: safety of his family. The cabinet was stored down deep in a hidden lab miles below the house. Compacted behind the lab's computers, Marcus found the cabinet there, searching through, but he needed the key.
Marcus was well beyond that. He knew how to open things with just two paper clips. Opening the cabinet draw, he came upon the files, taking them out one by one, reading them all in a days pay. Marcus kept the journals and notebooks, hiding them from anything of astray, keeping them as he will for they were the only things he had after his mother had died.
Note:
James Ryan Jericho Lector is not my OC, but hers. I take no ownership of this OC, but in reality he is the brother to my OC, Marcus Razen jericho Lector. For further credits, James is all but her own and not mine.
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Unexpected Changes
This strange feeling... it feels like something was torn, ripped, and stripped away from me and my soul. What could it have been. I ponder my thoughts but cannot decipher what it is. Lost in distant memories of shallow waters... it helps to not think but wonder. Its hard to figure out what went wrong when you have a companion aside you, but nothing beside you to help whats conquering you on the inside. Could have been her? My dragon? Did she change me? Or is it my power?
What went wrong? All these questions and no answers. They will have to be answered soon then... for all I know, I am not alone in this world anymore...
That's for me to decipher.
Memo
What is war? I cannot explain the decency of coping with these... these outer balanced and vile subjects. Why start war, when all your going to get is ravage and decimation in the end, as well as the annihilation of that whom started it all. Why keep it astray? Why not start anew? Make a new beginning to with, and hopes, to stand it all? I speak not of riddles of rhymes, but the mere truth of this today. Why take balance out and replace it, with not only violent tragedies, but the ripped apart desires of those that wished not of what to come? I question my thoughts only to get those who understand to understand more. To show that their not alone and I am the one who will understand these provisions.
Why not keep the ways of hostility and vengeance? Why replace them with war and weakness? To those who doubt and miss understand these accusations, then you do not understand the full potential that I am giving you. Not only do you wreak the understanding, you also disable the meaning to understand. I don't ask for hostility and vengeance; I ask for nobility and resentment. Despite their best efforts at keeping this place 'stable'; I meet my stellar standards to a higher, more, unprecedented provisions. So, is it today where we meet death? Or is it now that we make war our own standards of living? Does this not make us a 'higher' race of species? Or does this make us the more 'volatile' species known to man?