(This is the only chapter with First Person POV...writing this, I realize how much I hate writing in First Person for this book.)

Day One

  I had to admit, I was terrified of Prism. I never thought a girl would scare me. Much less one that couldn't even touch me. But the things she could conjure up with her mind and not even need to be able to use her hands were the demons that haunted me. They were all I saw when I remembered her.

  But I couldn't just abandon her because of that. She could be killed if she didn't learn to get her act together. I didn't want to have the thought of her death on my mind, especially when I didn't..hate her.

  I fiddled with the clay man I had in my hands. I needed to talk to her today. Progress would start today. But how?

  I continued to stare at the figure until an idea popped into my head. I hurriedly grabbed a piece of paper and began to scribble. I realized how dirty it was and balled it up, tossing it across the room into the trashcan. I tried again, writing something different.

  I repeated this process about 14 times until what I wrote was sophisticated enough. And even then I thought it sounded extremely stupid. I placed a heart in my clay man, handing him the paper. "Take this to Prism."I ordered. He nodded and set off.

  Then it occurred to me that her room was a 20 by 20 Fort Knox.

  I ran downstairs, passing my confused clay man hobbling up and down the hallway. He clearly didn't know who Prism was, but he probably assumed that she was someone he had never seen before.

  "Miss P!"I called, rushing to the kitchen. She sipped her tea, smiling at me calmly.

  "Yes, Enoch?"

  "Could you make Prism's room available so that I can send her notes via my creations? I'm not really ready to have a face-to-face bond with her just yet."I admitted.

  Miss Peregrine stared at me periodically before waving her hand about in the air."Alright. But if she somehow manages to escape her room, no dinner for three days."

  I nodded in understanding. I returned upstairs to see my clay man hobbling down the hallway towards a door that had made itself visible. Prism's door. There was a slot on the door now, like a mail slot. He crawled through and I hurriedly rushed to my room, wanting to be occupied when I received the letter so I could experience the sensation of dropping everything to read what she had to say.

Prism

  I heard a little clanking. I looked up and saw a small slit in my door.

  That's weird.

  A small figure came through the slit. Holding a piece of paper and a fountain pen. I tilted my head, a little confused. I was going to scare the clay figure out of my room, but I realized I never had a lot of visitors. I spared the little man and let him come forth.

  He opened the slip of paper and hopped onto my lap, holding it up so I could read it. I may have been stuck in here for a while, but I still knew how to read.

Hello
-Enoch

  Enoch? That was the boy who I couldn't scare, was it? I eyed the clay man up and down. "Can you write?"I questioned him.  He nodded curtly before uncapping the glossy black fountain pen.

  Prepared to be my scribe on command.

  I had to think. I didn't want to come off as rude or stupid.

  "Alright, write this.."

Enoch

  I watched round possibly 25 of the fight between my two puppets. It never occurred to me how boring it truly was to watch two previously dead surreal objects fight to the death. Something they had already claimed before I decided to sickly rip them from their peaceful slumber for my own unfathomable pleasure.

  I nearly fell asleep hadn't it been for the small hollow clinking of clay feet. My clay man had returned! I sat up in a rush. I clutched my head in pain, feeling immediately dazed as dots clogged my vision. I stood still for a few seconds before walking over to the clay man.

  I took the note from his hands.

  You're still talking to me after what I did yesterday?
-Prism

  Before I could write a reply, I realized that she was right. After what she did to the peculiars the other day, why did I want to rehabilitate her? Before explaining my purpose to myself, I wrote it down. She might as well know.

Prism

  I stared at the note before me. A little fazed.

There has to be some good in you. And I want to bring that out. So that you can have a happy healthy life. And that's coming from the guy who brings things back to life.
-Enoch

  I didn't think anyone would believe there was some good left in me. Even I had lost the will to believe such a thing. The dark side of me had a grip on my conscience. And I couldn't fight it back.

  I had the clay man write my reply.

Third Person POV

  The conversation continued on throughout the day, talking about small things. Tomorrow, Enoch decided he would finally speak to her.

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That's the end of this chapter. Before I kill myself from how terrible this one is.