Thanks. What you wrote was the best, though. Getting Max to seem scared, and unsure for once, that was amazing.

~Dora~

"No," Elexhiia said, her voice low but sure.

"Kill them!" shouted Volt, and started to reach towards me. I screamed, and backed up quickly, almost knocking Deliha down. Elexhiia started shooting frantically, one stunner in each hand, but the army seemed unbeatable. If she killed one, two more would spring up from nowhere. 

"This is hopeless," I murmured. but our luck suddenly changed a little bit for the better.

A large whirring sound from above me captured my attention. Two huge machines floated out from the clouds, and ladders came out from open doors on them. Men started to pour out of them, real guns in hand.

"Backup has arrived!" Elexhiia shouted with evident relief.

But we still weren't safe. Bullets flew around us, and it was a mirical that we weren't  hit yet.

"Split up!" Errol shouted. "We're harder to catch that way. Maybe at
least one of us will make it out!" But as he said that, even more gunshots rang
out. Errol stumbled to one knee, gripping his arm. I jolted, seeing blood, red blood, seeping through his sleeves.

"Errol!" I cried, but my voice was lost n the confusion around us.

Errol stumbled back up to his feet. "I'm fine," he growled.

"I'll see you soon," Deliha said to me. I nodded, mouthing "Good bye" to Felix and Errol. They nodded back at me, and after quickly hugging Dehlia, I took off, dodging through the mess of soldiers.

The uniforms around me became a blur of color as I ran, zigzagging this way and that. My gun was puttering, shooting bullets in random directions to where I saw one of Volt's men, which was nearly everywhere. All that I knew was they I was alive, for now.

Bullets flew past me, one less than an inch to my ear, but I was lucky enough not to be hit. Then, I saw  Felix, running as fast as ha could for the outside of the plaza. Two more steps, and he would be at the road. He was only a bit ahead of me. 

I opened my mouth. "Felix!" I called out, dodging between the bullets and men.

Felix's head whipped around, then, for a moment, he caught my eye. But that was all it took. The next second, he was on his knees, his face pale with pain, and blood seeping through his shirt. A bullet had zipped by, just a moment before, barely missing my outstretched arm.

"NO!" I cried, rushing forward to him.

The next thing I knew, a searing pain hit me in the shoulder. I hit the ground, tears springing to my eyes. The pain felt unbarable, nothing compared to then stun I had gotten. My breath came in short, quick, hurting gasps.

Then another bullet, I was sure it was one, hit me in the back. My shirt was soaked in blood, but I tried not to think of it. All I could do was pray that we would get out of this all right. But I knew that at least one person of us five would be dead before the sun set.

Around me, I could hear cries of pain, anger, and... was that surrender? The voices were faint, getting mixed up. I stopped trying to keep track of them now,. My head swam, and I closed my eyes to the sights around me.

~Dora~

I could hear the voices around me now, and could feel myself being picked up, then lain once again on the cool stone. I grasped onto life, praying, hoping, that somehow I would live. But seeing Dehlia's form on the stone, frail and white, made all of my hope just disappear. 

Errol and Felix were nowhere in sight. I had a sinking feeling that they were nearby, laying on the stone just like Dehlia and me. Or maybe worse.

Someone came over to me, and I squinted, so I could see who it was. Elexhiia leaned over me, tending to my wounds. The sight of my own blood made me feel even more weak, if that was even possible, but I had to know something.

"Elexhiia..." I started, but she covered my mouth with her hand. "Elexhiia, did we do it?"

She smiled, pained. "Yes, Dora. We won. We have all of the tears. I just wish..." she trailed off, but I understood.

"It's all right." I assured her, clutching her hand.

I knew that we didn't belong here, in this time. We had to disappear now, to make it seem as if we were never here. We had to die. Death was the only way for us to leave properly. Like Elexhiia, we wouldn't actually die, but would go to our proper time and place in time. I would live on, with only a memory of this, and the knowledge that my friends would be fine.

I smiled faintly, then looked into Elexhiia's face for what I was sure was the last time. Then I drew a contented breath, and closed my eyes.

Mmm, how about we wait a bit?

Awesome! Here we go!

~Dora~

Blackness. Blackness surrounded me, I could see nothing else. I wasn't concious, and, somehow, I knew that I was dying. Then all I could see was red. my body felt like it was on fire, and I moaned in pain, but had no time or energy to scream. As soon as it came, it left, and I blinked, seeing a fuzzy shape hover over me.

"Mmmmm," I moaned, and blinked some more. "Aunt Clara?"

My aunt's face cleared with relief. "Dora! Thank goodness! How do you feel?"

I was in a bed at my aunt's  house in Maryland, the one she called . . . my brain was so fuzzy, I couldn't remember. My father was standing against the wall, looking worried.

I closed my eyes for a second. "Dizzy. And tired. What... what happened?" 

Aunt Clara smiled. "You would be dizzy, Dora. You fainted when we were helping the victims. You've been unconcious for about three hours."

"Three hours?" I was surprised, but to tired to show it. "Mmm."

Aunt Clara turned to Father. "David, come with me, and have some tea. Dora will be fine, but will need some rest." Looking very worried and reluctant, Father followed Aunt Clara out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

I raised my arms, and almost started when I realized that I was wearing a dress again and that my stunner was gone. My wounds had disappeared, except for a scratch I had gotten while falling a few weeks ago... had it really been that long ago?

I pulled something out of my pocket. A wrinkled handkerchief. I remembered how my father had given it to me that day . . . earlier this morning. I smiled, and placed it near my cheek, before realizing that my cuts were gone. But, once it touched my face, I pulled it  back, like it was red hot. and . . . there. I could see a faint marking made by black ink. "2012."

I smiled. It wasn't the blood, after all. I was sure had been the handkerchief that had taken me to the future.

I sat there, looking out of the window that showed the outside scenes, and remembered the events of . . . the past three hours if you put it one way. I say it was the events of the future.Elexhiia. Errol. Felix. Dehlia. I longed to see them, but knew that that chance was the slimmest ever. With time tears destroyed, Elexhiia had almost no way of traveling, and the others were hopelessly stuck in their own times.

I gave shaky sigh, and let a few tears roll down my cheeks. I knew that I was glad to be back home, but oh! did it really mean that I would have to say good bye to my friends forever? 

Thanks. :) I figured it would be time to show what it was soon. But it did puzzle me on what the object would be.

Oh my goodness, that was amazing! Showing us in there... pure genius.

I cannot believe that this has been going on for about... a year. Or eleven months if you want to count the actual writing.

~Dora~

In a few days, I was able to get out of bed, but Aunt Clara was worried about my health. I overheard her talking about me to my stuffy Aunt Sarah.

"She is so frail. I was afraid she was dead when I first saw her. Seeing her come to was like seeing her rise from the dead."

I grimaced at the truth of her words. If only she knew...

Aunt Clara insisted that I stay in her house for a visit, and I was happy as could be there. Or, rather, as happy as can be after saving the world, dying, losing your friends, and coming back from the dead. Every day, I would look at my handkerchief, and stare at the numbers. Would they work again?

I even got out an old handkerchief of Aunt Clara's, and wrote the numbers "1777" on them, and carried it to bed, in hopes of being transported to Dehlia's house. But when I woke up, I was still in Aunt Clara's house. Tears of disappointment  streamed down my cheeks that morning. Of all of them, it was Dehlia that I wanted to see again. It was she who had comforted me when I had realized that I was no longer in Maryland. She was the one who had figured out that the boys were like us. It was she who had saved us in Japan. It was she who I longed to see.

Aunt Clara noticed my loneliness, and reluctantly let some of my cousins come over. But they only reminded me of getting chased by Volt and the boy in the striped pajamas. Nothing could make me forget that experience. Everything that I would do would remind me of the extreme adventure that I had gone through. 

Soon, however, I was helping Aunt Clara once again, rolling up bandages and making meals for both charity and for my hungry family, as there were relations over nearly every night. However, I remembered the feeling that all five of us had when we were taking - stealing - charity. It wasn't guilt. Instead, it was pride. I remembered having to make do with wearing pants, and eventually liking it. I reached out even more to help these people who asked for our help whether they asked by their own choices or were forced to do so. I tried to make their lives easier, and let them be happy with their choices.

One night, my cousin came out with me to a large, grey rock that I sat at to think. He studied me strangely. 

"What?" I asked him, staring confusedly into his searching face.

"What happened?" he asked, crossing his arms. "You're different now."

"What?" I reapeted, "What are you talking about?"

"You're different," he said again, "Since your . . . accident. You're acting more like you are lonelier, but you're also more . . . courageous. Less quiet. You're not any more cautious, but you're more observant. Something changed in you."

I smiled. "Really?"  I asked, though I knew, that some of what he said was true. I had changed from when I had began my journey. I was different now.

A year. I remember writing around Christmas time, but I thought that the real thing started in October. Wow, time sure flies by.

Yes, I think that was it. :) We'll wing it if we have to.

Are we planning to make a number two? I do remember that it was talked of, but I'm not sure if we agreed to it...

Weird. I wrote that I would be doing what I did with my NaNo novel for a beginning of my first post as Dora. That would have been either in October or early November. However, the post was made in December. I know that I might have thought it for a future novel, based on my NaNo one, but still....

It does doesn't it? :)

Mmm... Volt has risen again, our connection has stopped working, and Elexhiia, Errol, and Felix are busy, so the two of us and some more people (if others join)  go down with Elexhiia's group and try to do something? We can't exactly use Errol, Felix, and Elexhiia outside of this RP. Just a thought.

Hi there! Is it too late to join? I want her to be related to Mary Treat.

Name: Viola Treat

Age: 13

Time: 1899

Personality: Observant, loves science, doesn't want to be stuck with female roles. Loves the outdoors. Very passionate.

Apperance: Brown hair, grey eyes, fairly unexeptional, a few freckles.

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