Hello! And welcome to my obsession! That is this book series. THERE'S GOING TO BE MORE BOOKS GUYS! I... JUST... *heavy breathing* AHHHHHH!

Now as to regards to this fanfiction story; I am in LOVE with this series. It is just so freaking good! The movie was... good... ish... I won't bring that subject up, because I'll start ranting. *cough book Emma could kick movie Emma's ass any day of the week cough*

But yeah... sorry this chapter is long. I've had ideas for this story since the second I finished reading Library of Souls, which is when this story takes place by the way, like a week after Library of Souls ended.

SO if you have NOT read the books: first off, what is wrong with you? There amazing, you must read them. And second, I'm going to try my best not to spoil anyone that hasn't read the books, but its good if you read all three books because I'm going to try to stick true to them, and have references to stuff that only Miss P fans will be able to spot right away. (no promises on that though lol) Taking some other genius's characters and writing them yourself is very tricky (so I don't blame Tim too much... but still. SHAME MR. BURTON) but I will try to stick to their original personality the best I can.

This story will have three parts to it, or so my plan is. And this is part 1, named Everything is Loop. So please review, tell me what you think. This is my second fanfiction story, so I would like to believe that I know what I'm doing.

For those of you that read the random poem I wrote in regards to this story, thank you! That will make sense later as this story progresses, but it might be awhile.

For now I will shut up, and hope that you enjoy!

We Have Time:

Part 1; Everything is a Loop

Chapter 1

I ran down the hill, through the forest fast as my legs would take me. "Guys slow down!" I heard Horace say from the back. I continued to run, seeing a town on the horizon. It came into view, just down the hill. I saw the Academy cascading towards the sky in the distance. The others shuffled around me, out of breath from running so much.

"We made it." I panted.

There was a lot of people out, some were minding their own business, some were staring at us with curious glances. I bolted down the hill to talk to them.

"Jacob wait!" I heard Emma shout behind me.

I didn't stop, I kept racing towards the ring of people. They were all looking at me like I was some mad man as I raced into the town and stopped. Looking in all their eyes. They formed a circle around me, caging me in their trap.

"Help us!" I demanded, out of breath. They looked at me with confused faces, and advanced forward, shielding me in. I looked around frantically at all of them. "Please! Help us!" I pleaded with them—nothing, they didn't say a word. "Our Ymbryne was kidnapped again, and..." I stopped out of breath, feeling worried and scared. Just as quickly as it came, my fear turned to anger. Why were these people ignoring me? My Ymbryne was gone, taken, maybe hurt, maybe dying, and they didn't even care! The towns people kept advancing on me. "Help us, please!" I shouted and shoved the first person I saw. He was a middle-aged man, with grey hair—he reminded me of Grandpa. He gave me a look of disgust and shoved me back.

The people kept advancing on me, looking angry and hateful now—not confused anymore. Some of them had weapons—guns and knives. They looked like they wanted to hurt me, or kill me. Did they know what I was? Were they racist towards Peculiars?

"You killed him" a voice said in the crowd. I turned around and saw a little girl, maybe ten years old. "You killed him and you let the other one die. You're a monster, we don't want you in our town."

"What?" I asked confused.

"You just let him die." Another voice said to my right. It was an older woman.

"You let him die." The person next to her repeated.

"He said he was sorry, and I you just left him there." A man said, glaring at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I said. But I did, there was a small voice in the back of my head yelling Bentham, their talking about Bentham and the memory came back to me for a split second.

"And you killed the other one!" A little boy screamed. I looked at him confused.

"You killed him!" A woman shouted. "You're a murderer!"

"Monster!" More people shouted at me. "Murderer! Monster! Get out!"

I looked around at all of them frantically confused, frantically scared. And then I saw him, walking through the back of the crowd, into the ring they had formed.

Abraham Portman stopped in the middle of the ring, right across from me, looking me in the eyes. "What have you done Yakob?"

I looked back at him, tears forming on my face.

The people in the crowd grew silent, like they weren't even there.

"You killed someone."

"He was a Wight!" I screamed. "I was avenging you…"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"Grandpa please!" I pleaded, tears falling down my cheeks. That small voice in the back of my head didn't need to help me remember. The memory of shooting Golan in the head is with me every day, every-time I close my eyes I see it. His blood. His body falling over the railing.

"I thought you were better than I was. I thought you were stronger. I guess I was wrong." Grandpa said. And he turned away from me leaving the crowd.

"No Grandpa wait!" I screamed, but he was gone. "Grandpa!" I sank to my knees in the dirt.

"You murderer!" The people shouted at me. Some of them came up and they started kicking me. "Monster! Get out of our town! Get out!" I laid there and let them kick me. I didn't have to strength the fight back.

"Jacob, wake up." A girl said behind me. She put her hand on my shoulder and lightly shook me with strong arms. "Jacob, come on get up, we have to keep moving." I turned to face her. Looking in her kind brown eyes, her mousy brown hair hung like curtain drapes on each side of her face. "Jacob wake up." She said again.

My eyes shot open, only to be closed again as the morning sun blinded me. My skin felt sticky with sweat. I looked up groggily, the sun hurting my eyes. "Jacob come on." Bronwyn said. I nodded and sat up.

I stood up, brushing the dirt off my pants. The others we're all milling around, getting everything ready for our journey today. I ate a granola bar and drank some water for my breakfast, then hosted my backpack—ready to go.

Our camp site was on a small hill. In front of us was the swampy area the children came in through; the loop they found to get to my house. And we were heading back through there. Behind me was the home I was leaving behind... again, probably for good this time. I stood there staring behind. My parents we're probably already up looking for me. I left them a note, but what good would that do? They'll probably think that Miss Peregrine kidnapped me or something.

"Hey, you okay?" Emma said, appearing next to me.

"Just looking behind. Saying a silent a goodbye."

She grabbed my hand.

"Do we even know where this Academy is? Or when it is?" I asked.

"We have a map." She said unsure. "Miss Peregrine wanted us to go there for some reason."

The Academy, or the Peculiar Academy if you will, is apparently a place where all the Ymbyrnes and Peculiars are being held now. Till they rebuild some loops, I'm guessing. We found a map leading to it back at my house along with Miss P's things. We think that she was planning to lead us there. Wherever she is now? She disappeared and we took the map and left.

"We'll find her again." Emma said. Always the confident one. "She's probably waiting for us down there."

"She just left though." I said. I remembered, just a day ago, she was standing outside in my backyard and said she wanted to talk to me. And then she leaves, turns into a bird and flies beyond the clouds; leaving me, a very confused teenage boy, standing in my yard staring off into the distance. She didn't return all night. We found this map she set down on the table in my kitchen, and set out from my house early in the morning hoping to find her where this map leads.

"We'll find her." Emma said again squeezing my hand.

"Love birds! Come on!" Enoch shouted at us. I let go of Emma's hand, gave her a quick peck on the lips, and raced down to join the others. Emma remained standing there, blushing furiously at my back before following me down.

We walked for two miles, reached the swamp, and successfully passed through the loop. I went first leading the way. As was instructed in Miss P's handwriting on the back of the map, the Academy is in modern times apparently. Passing through the loop, I saw a light ripple in the sky and the rush of blood flowing in my ears signifying that we passed through successfully. Every loop must do this, though I've never realized it until now, the ripple in the sky at least—that's new.

Another odd thing: we weren't standing in Bentham's home, but an open field meadow that seemed to stretch on for miles.

"Is this right?" Hugh asked.

"I believe so…?" Millard said unsure. He stared down at the map. "It said for Jacob to pass through first so this should be right."

We walked for hours.

Bees kept flying towards us to stick to Hugh, or buzz around his head.

Being in the middle of nowhere, and knowing that there was nothing after us, we all started to get bored. Some of us desperate for entertainment.

Enoch picked up a pebble and threw it at Horace's head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Horace spun around demanding.

"Nothing. Just thought it would amuse me." Enoch said.

Another few hours went by, and the sun was starting to set.

Olive kept seeing something off to the side that would catch her eye. But the second she would start to wonder off our path Emma would grab her hand pulling her back into place beside her.

Bronwyn held up the rear, carrying some of our bags.

"How much farther?" Olive complained.

"Almost there." Millard said from the front.

"We've passed that tree before. And I recognize the same bees. We're going in circles." Hugh said after another thirty minutes of walking.

"We stayed in a straight line though." I said.

"Yeah, Hugh are you sure those bees didn't just follow you and that's why you saw them twice." Emma said.

"No. I'm pretty sure we're lost." He complained.

We gathered around each other. The shape of Millard's head under his cap stayed fixed on the map. "No... No?" He said.

"Do you even know where we are?" Hugh asked him.

"Of course," Millard stated, lifting his head up.

"Then where are we?" Hugh demanded.

"We're right here." Millard said pointing to a spot on the map that of course none of us could see.

"We can't see that Mill." Emma said.

He picked up a twig off the ground. "We're right here." He pointed it at the map.

"And where do we need to be?" Hugh asked.

"Over here somewhere…" Millard said, tracing a circle with the stick. "I think?"

"You think?" Hugh demanded.

"Well yeah, I mean..." Millard protested.

"Hugh calm down." Emma said.

"We can't afford to get lost okay, Miss Peregrine is out there!" Hugh shouted.

"And we're going to find her." Emma said calmly.

"You know what? I bet anything she's back there at Jacob's place and we never should have even left." He said.

"I thought she got kidnapped again?" Olive asked.

"No, what did you say Jake? That she just left, saying she'll be right back." Hugh asked me.

"Yeah, but she didn't come back. That night at least." I said.

"Well what if it took her a long time? What if she's back there right now? And we're the ones who just wondered off."

"Are you saying we should go back?" Horace asked.

"I'm just wondering why she left? If it's so important that she would have to abandon us, why wouldn't she quickly come back?"

"Because she got kidnapped, something bad happened again! The Wights are still out there, we didn't beat all of them!" Olive shouted, stomping her little foot.

"Let's just go to the Academy." Emma said.

"How? We can't even find it?!" Hugh snapped.

"We're not lost." Millard said. "But I think we do deserve a break." He said referring to Hugh.

"No I don't want a break; we need to keep moving!" Hugh shouted.

"Are you okay?" Millard asked looking at him.

"I'm fine, let's just keep moving."

"No. I'm tired." Olive complained.

"And hungry." Claire spoke up.

"NO I HAVE TO FIND HER!"

We stared at Hugh, surprised by his outburst.

"Sorry, I just… ugh!" Hugh groaned running his fingers threw his hair in aggravation.

"Just what? What's wrong Hugh?" Bronwyn asked.

"Oh, he's just upset that he can't explore the entire world looking for his dead girlfriend." Enoch said.

Silence. Stunned silence. We all looked at each other unsure of what to say now. The silence dragged on for what felt like an eternity until Hugh's fist collided with Enoch's jaw. Enoch fell to the ground and Hugh tackled him, springing all of us into action.

Hugh held Enoch down, opened his mouth and let the bees come out, stinging Enoch all over. Millard, Horace, Olive, and Emma tried desperately to pull Hugh off Enoch. Getting stung by a bee in the process Emma gave up and stepped back. She looked at me and I quickly wiped the huge smirk off my face. Hey, Enoch deserved it in my opinion.

"Hugh stop! Let him go!" Bronwyn said coming over and simply pulling Hugh into to air like he was a sack of potatoes and then dropped him on the ground. "Enough! Stop fighting!" She chided at both.

"Like I said, let's take a break." Millard said.

After an hour break we started moving again. Millard in the lead staring down at the map, Enoch behind him, pulling stingers out of his arm and casting glares at Hugh every now and then. Hugh stayed in the back walking alongside Bronwyn. They seemed to be deep in conversation, though I couldn't hear what they were talking about.

Emma kept staring at me funny. "What?" I asked her.

"I couldn't help noticing your eagerness to do nothing back there." She said sarcastically.

"He deserved it." I mumbled.

Emma started chuckling quietly.

"You do not bring up Fiona like that. It was uncalled for."

"I agree."

"Yep. We're on the right path, I know it." Millard said.

"You positive?" Enoch asked him sarcastically.

"Yes."

The sun started to set, turning the blue in the sky to a dark orange. Claire suddenly stopped moving and sat down on the grass, exhausted.

"Stop." Bronwyn shouted.

The rest of the children groaned in unison. "We can't afford anymore stops." Millard said holding up the twig.

"Well too bad. Claire needs to rest." Bronwyn said.

I agreed with Millard, I need to keep moving, I wanted to keep moving. So, I walked over to Claire, bent down, and picked her up, carrying her on my hip. "Millard. Onward."

With a wave of the twig, that I'm assuming was supposed to be a thumb up, we turned around and marched on.

"You just try to get some sleep, okay?" I said to Claire. She rested her head on my shoulder in reply. I noticed Emma smiling at me, causing me to blush.

The dark orange color of the sky turned to black with sparkling stars, and the endless fields of tall grass now had a small cave sitting in the center. The small heavy breaths I hear puffing out of Claire told me that she was sound asleep, and drool, from the back, trickled down my arm. We stood huddled up at the entrance of the cave.

"If my map reading skills are correct, and I'm sure they are, the Academy Loop entrance should be right beyond this cave." Millard said quite proud of himself, ignoring Enoch's eye rolls.

"I don't want to go in there it's too dark." Olive whined.

"Since when are you afraid of the dark, little dove?" Emma said to her, igniting her hand—lighting our way.

"Not when I'm with you." Olive said hugging her.

The cave was cold, musky, and making me drowsy. It was my turn to hold the rear, feeling too sluggish to walk faster. Bronwyn was in front of me, and asked me, for the what felt like the thousandth time, if I wanted to pass Claire over to her. But I refused, not minding to hold the little girl while she slept. It only took a few minutes after entering the cave for everyone else to feel sluggish and exhausted.

"It shouldn't take long. We're almost there." Millard kept saying.

"Didn't you say that three hours ago," Hugh asked him sarcastically.

"This time we really are going in circles." Horace complained.

"We're not lost. We're not lost. I know exactly where we are." Millard kept saying staring at the map. My eyes started to droop. I stared at the dust and rocks that I was walking on, wondering which ones I'll collapse on.

Out of nowhere my head shot up, eyes opened wide—that sickening tug I know so well surged through my body. Light at first, then it grew. Hollow. One. Nearby.

"STOP! Stop!" I shouted.

Claire gasped awake. I handed her over to Hugh and walked past all my friends who had frozen in place, looking at me for help.

"How close am I to it?" Millard asked me.

"You're not. It's around the corner."

I peeked around the wall of rock into a tunnel of complete darkness. I looked back at my friends. "Stay." I commanded and stepped into the darkness.

"What are we his dogs?" I heard Enoch say.

"You'll be able to tell if there's one behind us, too right?" Horace shouted.

I leaped down a ledge squinting my eyes in the dark. It was further on down. I heard someone else leaping down from the ledge. Annoyed for only a second I turned around, knowing who it was. Even in the dark I could make out her brown eyes and wavy golden hair.

"What are you doing? I said stay back." I said calmly.

"I'm coming with you." She said.

"Thank you, but I can handle this."

"But you don't have a light." She said waving her flaming fingers in front of me.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned on the flashlight. She shook her head at it and I trudged forward, not surprised to hear her following me.

"My light is better." She whispered.

A bright smile crept to my lips. "True. But the Hollows can't sense this one."

"I'm sure they'll be able to see it just the same."

I turned around and faced her. "Please go back Em, I got this."

"No," she simply said.

"I don't want you getting hurt." I said pathetically.

"I can take care of myself just fine thank you."

"Right, so go back and protect the others."

She sighed in annoyance. I tried to get her to turn back again but she cut me off. "You can say whatever you like Jacob, I still won't turn around as you've noticed thus far."

"I love your voice."

"Flattery will not work either."

"Whatever you say bae." I was certain that would put her off guard.

"Why don't you just dispose of the beast so that we can both go back."

"Okay sexy hot head." I grinned.

"You're lucky you're cute." She said looking at me, purposely holding the flame of her skin closer to my face.

Gggaaarrrr…

"Duty calls." I said turning down a path to the right, out of sight from Emma. I stumbled onto it, literally. It was chilling against the wall of the cave more surprised to see me than I was to see it.

It only took seconds for the confusion on its face to melt, and the hunger to appear. It lashed at me—with its body, not it's tongues. I quickly dodged out of the way.

Stop. Get down. I said but it came out as English. Damn. I was rusty. It lunged at me again, this time with the tongues. I grabbed one in my hand, slamming it into the rock.

Get back. Get back. English again.

I quickly side-stepped around it, dodged another attack of tongues—dancing a deadly dance with the beast.

Gggeeeerrrrrr! It roared, which I assumed meant; shut up, and hold still so I can chomp your face.

"Jacob!" I heard Emma scream. The seconds it took me to look away to see where Emma was, I got pinned to the ground. The jaw unhinged and it looked like the tongues were coming for me eyes.

Get off me! I shouted in Hollow language.

Just as quickly as it pinned me down, it got back up. I got up and thrusted my hand out towards it where an invisible force pushed it into the wall. I had my stuff back! But the Hollow glared at me, not wanting to be controlled.

I stared into its vacant eyes and the urge to kill it wasn't there—now that I had it under my control. Do you know the way out of this cave?

Don't ask me why I thought trying to speak with it would be a good idea. I don't know why I did it myself. I don't think Hollows are even capable of communication? I've never tried, before now.

It continued to glare at me. But I could tell it was thinking along with fighting from my grasp.

I tried it again… just cause. Do you know the way out of this cave? Academy?

It cocked its head to the side, it's lips curling into a snarl. I knew it was understanding what I was saying. I don't know how, but I could read the look on its face saying; what's in it for me?

Show me and my friends the way out of this cave. To the Academy. And I will give you what you want.

I waited.

For what?

I don't know.

Just when I was about to lure it farther into the trance, pick up a rock, and kill it…

Give me my reward now, and I'll do as you ask.

I stared at the Hollow in disbelief. It spoke to me. It's Hollow language accent sounding like mine, but raspier, like it was parched.

If you harm me or my friends. I will rip out your tongues and hang you with them. I spoke back to it.

It nodded in understanding.

I slid my palm across the rocky surface of the wall, cutting flesh. I swallowed and held my bloody palm out for the beast.

A single tongue uncurled from within its jaws. I winced in pain as the tip of the tongue dug into my cut palm, scooping up blood that I saw seeped into the flesh of the tongue like water on a sponge. After a few more tastes, it was satisfied, curling it's tongue out my hand and back into its mouth. I ripped a piece of fabric off my shirt and wrapped it around my hand.

This way. It said. And I followed.

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