WHOA. I know how to defeat EVIL. 

I think it's funny how everybody is still excited about Roselyn's revival, and Rosebud is just like, "I know how to defeat EVIL guys!"

*SLow clap*

THis it Katara btw, and I'm going to wait till Buggy says something as Mason before I go tackle ELisha. *Small spoilers* 

Marcia ~

The one girl, Clover, rushes off while I stay in the shadows. I don't want everyone to see me in my new EVIL stuff. I continue to stay hidden, until Mason walks over to me, grabs my arm, and pulls from my safe spot. Everyone stares at me, May especially. My heart starts racing.

"Everyone," Mason announces, "Marcia is joining us again."

I'm met with continuing stares. All I want to do is run and hide in a hole. Finally, I gain courage and determination to make them more understand. I pull my arm from Mason and head over to Roselyn. Madison stands in my way.

"Relax. I just want to inspect her hand."

She looks weary, but reluctantly moves out of the way. Slowly, I kneel down and gently grab the side of her hand that isn't hurt. She flinches, so I try to be extra careful. Her palm is really red, probably from holding the exploder. I tuck a loose red hair back as I stand and turn to face everyone.

"We need to take her to the medical center."

"But," Embry intercepts, "Clover's already heading there."

"But I think she needs an X-ray. I only touched the other side of her hand and she still flinched."

"How do we know you aren't going to lead us into an EVIL trap?"

Mason's words cut deep, but I have to stay strong.

"Because I promise. Besides. We can meet Clover there."

Mason glares daggers at me as we all help Roselyn on her feet, Madison having her lean against her as a crutch. Quickly and quietly, we hurry to the nearest medical center. Clover's already there. 

"I thought you wanted me to grab a first aid kit."

"We don't need one," Madison says a bit shakily, trying to stay calm, "they won't be able to heal the burns."

"Um," May inturludes, "there's a way I know of. Just soak your burn in carrot juice for a while. After a few days, it should be healed. Trust me, Marcia once caught her sleeve on fire when trying to cook."

"Well we don't have a few days. We have only a short amount of time before the bomb goes off, so we have to be quick. Roselyn,  put your hand on that table." I point to a table with a large camera like thing above it. Hastily, she walks over and puts her hand in the designated spot. I walk over to a computer, log in, and start the X-ray machine. It completes the photo in ten seconds. A picture of Roselyn's hand appears on the screen, well, the bones of her hand. Which are broken (is that okay Rosebud? I just thought that the force would have basically been strong enough to break anything with direct contact. I understand if you don't want this. If you don't, we'll just pretend this never happened). As soon as Maddie sees it, she starts looking through the cabinets and grabbing the needed supplies to make a cast. She rubs some numbing stuff on the burns before wrapping the hand in a cast.

Sorry if this is too long. I just felt like I needed to write more. 

Admins don't edit this. I want to know if copy/pasting works!

if copy and paste workotatoe is the best.

And this iPs a test

To sees!

Yeesh....Okay. Quite a lot has happened since l last posted. l'll try to sum it up. Also, l wouldn't be on most of next week, however l will be the week of Easter. So more time to write.

(For clarification, this post begins, with Rose's post about the explosion) 

Embry~

 For yet another time in days, l am thrown like a limp rag dolls while the world explodes around me. l don't want to get up. l don't want to love on, to keep fighting. It is too much pain, too much agony.

And yet l still open my eyes, blink out the smoke and stand up. Because somehow, you need to keep on  going. l can''t feel inside me if anything it broken, but as l look around he room it doesn't take me long to see Madison, kneeling over a body. A scream, of horror and sorrow, seemingly disconnected from anyone, rips thought the air.  And then somethinginside me snaps. It's Roselyn. Innocent, shy, sweet. She didn't deserve to get tangled up in all of this. None of usdeserved that. 

"Madison!" l feel the need to go up and shake her by the shoulder. Snap out of it. I can't stand this insanity anymore. When will it stop? She screams again tears seemingly blinding her. The noise of her voice drives through my skull, making me crazy. What is going on? "Madison! Stop it!" She either ignores me, or doesn't hear me at all. She starts to bang her head violently on the hard wall. l feel froze in place, as if l'm watching some sort or horribly real performance, but l can only watch and not reach out, even as my every heart starts to crumble.

What is real anymore? Nothing. There's nothing that l can really say. Is she dead? Is there hope? What is hope anyways? l am broken inside. Perhaps all of us are. There's only a certain pint that you can keep going before you snap. l'm pretty such that l've reached it. l've had too much of this. Roselyn is dead. It doesn't sink into me.

I don't know what l feel. As if l can't feel at all, as if my heart id made up of stone. l know the pain will come later. But now it's just dullness. Madison wouldn't listen to me, l try to say a few words to hear but l don''t think she hears me. She trapped in another world, A world full of bright, cold mirrors, each reflection the pain of your heart of the rage and the anger, why did this have to happen? l can't reach in and drag it her out of it.

And here l am, lost, dull and cold, unable to help or do anything at all. Madison is trapped within her world of mirrors, she keeps repeating the same thing over and over again. l don't know what to do! The world of her mirrors starts to shatter, cracking at the edges and then it explodes. 

l can tell that Madison is crying, endless stream of emotion that don't seem to mean anything at all. She is confused. She doesn't know what to think of all of this, and so she is afraid.  

We need to go. l know that.

Footsteps patter along in the distance, running closer and closer. l don't turn to look. My own world of mirrors is growing up inside me, my  own house of horrors. Each cruelly shining silver mirror reflections of my confusion. What is going on? l hate chaos, disorder. l hate not knowing. Voices. People. l hate people. l will retreat to my house of horrors, to mirror what l fear most. Because l hate reality.

 l stand back, as the other people gather around Roselyn. A few run off, to get medical supplies. She begins to speak, strained words crawling up her throat, trying to make sense. Madison quickly pushes everyone away, giving Roselyn space.

"Everyone," Mason announces, as he quite suddenly drags Marcia by the arm to our center of attention, then turning to look at each of us in turn. "Marcia is joining us again."

l admittedly stare a bit, before l quickly duck my head back down. Sorry, what? Joining us? She betrayed us! My heart of stone has grown colder. No. Traitor. Do you think that l still even think of you better them that EVIL scum? I give Marcia. No. l've had too much of this. Go back and crawl into whatever hole you came from. Do you think that we'll ever forgive you? Because you're wrong.

“No.” l mutter under my breath. Mason glances at me. But he doesn't say anything.

Cammwren~

Some disbelief must have shown on my face, because Elisha quickly assures me that she isn't lying. Being praised about what l do is awkward....especially coming from her. She isn't like that, least l never thought. Always sharp and business like, cold and intelligent.

And me? Over emotional, clumsy, with a tendency to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. And she actually liked me, because of it?

l think that perhaps, we are all really far more human then we'll ever admit that when are inside. l didn't even know that Elisha even thought of something as purely human as.....love.

"Well?"

l don't know. What do you except? For me to profess my undying love for you, Elisha? Because l really don't know. I cannot forget Madison. And this love......does it mean that you are changing? I never thought that would happen. Elisha looks nervous, uncertain. Which is something that l've almost never seen her look. She always knew what was going on. Always was on top of things. But now.....l can't understand any of it.

Soft, but uncertain and wavering footsteps, come pattering on, above the buzzing noises of the machines in the building. Elisha stiffens, l can practically see alarmed thoughts running through her mind. She knows these footsteps and they are not her friend.

“Who is it...?” l question, but she doesn't answer. The footsteps come ever closer, as if their sound was the crash of doomsday.

Katara~

 I was supposed to know it was her by the overpowering sense of command and her confident demeanor, but instead she looked nervous. Uncertain.

I didn’t care.

I knew it was her.

And I was angry.

Hate filled me to the brim and over, leaving no room for any sense of judgement as I raced towards her.

“Elisha!” I yelled, bringing my hand across her face in an overpowering fit of rage. She let out a startled and pained shout, much to my delight, from the sudden assault.

My other hand quickly followed and I gripped both of her shoulders as tight as I could, shaking her wildly. “Face me you coward! Stop hiding behind that mask!”

She didn’t respond, but I felt a painful jolt in my stomach as she shoved me backwards with her foot. Desperate and enraged, I maintained my grip on her shoulders and she followed me as I stumbled before we collapsed on a heap in the ground.

I couldn’t understand her garbled voice, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t care what she had to say. I was too angry to even care.

“Elisha you’ve poisoned me again and again!” I cried, lashing out at her as we grappled on the floor. “And I know why! It’s because you are hiding behind a mask! You are a coward! To scared to show me your face! I will destroy you, weakling!” I roared, shoving her off me as we fought to come out on top of our frenzied mess.

Little sharp points of pain arose from my body as we struggled: I already knew she was gaining the upper hand. I had been going in with a blinded rage, and fighting bluntly, not smart. But that really didn’t matter to me.

I just wanted her to suffer.

But then she ran away.

With a powerful kick of her legs she had shoved me off of her and leaped upwards, darting quickly away as I hurried to follow her swift movement with sudden panic. It was unnecessary, however.

She just stood there, grasping something in her hand. It was small, I could tell because her fist completely obstructed the object. Her other hand was raised in a familiar signal.

We had used it when we were little. Often we used to wrestle together, supervised by father. When either one of us would give up, or father would get tired of watching us grapple, we would use the motion to sign for peace.

A truce.

Elisha held her palm out, turning skyward. Her thumb and forefinger connected, creating a sloppy-looking circle. I was fuming that she had used it, but allowed myself to calm and listen, or watch, to see what else she would do.

To my surprise she simply stood there, unmoving save for the occasional falter of her outstretched hand.

I knew what I had to do. It didn’t help with the burning hatred that continued to dance around my heart, but I slowly reached out my hand and mimicked the gesture.

Elisha immediately took a step forward, and I froze, curious to see what she would do. She couldn’t hurt me now, not with the partial truce, but if she tried anything I would be prepared to attack.

She paused after that first step, and silence stretched through the room. I just noticed the bystanders that stood to the side, watching and uninterupting as she began approaching again. Her movements were slow and cautious, and I helped ease it along by taking a step as well.

She seemed as startled by my movement as I had been angry when she tried to attempt peace, and I took that moment to begin slowly walking forward at a set pace.

We were closer than I thought, and our outstretched hands were only spaces away. She moved the hand clutched to her chest and, fist still closed, reached out to her hand, letting the object fall into her palm. I caught a glimpse of it, but she quickly snapped her fingers around the small cylinder.

Then she took my hand, still held in the position, and placed her palm over mine. I looked up, startled by the contact.

I hadn’t touched her, nor had she touched me, in such a sister-like way for years. It temporarily brushed my anger away as I closed my palm around the object and brought it to me, opening my fist to scan it.

It was a small, clear cylinder, like I had glimpsed before. The lid was firmly twisted on, and had a hole in it obviously made for a necklace or chain of sorts. But there was liquid in it. The transparency almost matched the glass itself, but was barely murkier.

“If this kills me I swear…” I muttered, twisting off the small cap. “I mean sure I suppose I wouldn’t mind. But I had hoped to see your face one last time as I brought you to your knees.”

Elisha turned away after nodding her head and impatiently crossed her arms. I could picture her urging me to get on with it. Impatience had always been her weakness.

But this time I agreed, and brought the liquid to my mouth, before letting it slide down my dry throat and into my body. There was no going back now, I realized, letting the vial shatter to the ground.

But it worked.

It wasn’t what I initial thought, however. It had taken a moment that had seemed to last forever, but had ended with a dull sting that slowly radiated through her head.

It intensified as it rolled along, morphing from a dull ache to more of a painful headache that made her whimper and moan.

The rolling didn’t stop their, either. My vision blurred and faded with each drumming swing, and unrelenting whirring began filling my ears. I felt like the rolling was slowing, but becoming denser and heavier with each swing.

However it did stop.

The pain came to a halting stop, leaving me dizzy and the world spinning around me. The first thing I noticed was the lack of shadows.

Unbeknownst to me, the poison had messed with more than my hearing and nightmares. It had completely morphed the world around me: darkening shadows to look like a black abyss, causing them to spread more, and even losing more color.

The next thing I noticed was Elisha.

I slowly turned my gaze to look up at her like a meek child. I had fallen to my knees in the overwhelming pain, and now she towered over me with a wicked grin.

“I am not a coward, sister,” she began.

They were the first words I had heard in forever and, suddenly, I wondered what would be my last. Maybe I would find out soon.

“I am merely a villain, hiding behind my mask and pulling so many strings to get what I want. I am the wise presence that controls everything from behind closed doors.” Elisha explained. Her voice was cold and harsh, but filled to the top with so much earnestly I might have believed what she said.

“I am EVIL,” she finished.

I returned her glare with my own, and slowly rose from my knees. We were spitting opposites. Her hair was so dark and straight, while mine was lighter and loosely curled, though at the time slightly ragged. Her eyes were pits of hate, and I supposed mine had been as well. Though lighter, pitless, and with no emotion but sorrow.

And our faces. Both of us were beautiful girls, her with sharp, elegant features and me with my kind, soft face.

That was me before sleep deprivation, insanity, and nutrient loss, however. Now I resembled her soul: an unkept fit of Evil.

I burned with hate.

But the most important thing was something I was not, and that she would never be.

“Elisha…..I am AYA,” I declared, clenching my fists.

“Good answer. I have waited for this day for a long time,” she nodded, bringing her fists up to protect her face.

It was this moment I knew she would win.

We would both fight to the death. Two legal sisters, locked in combat until the end of time. It would make an interesting book.

But it wasn’t a book. We were here and were were about to begin. She would win and finally best me. But I would give everything my deprived body could offer.

I wouldn’t go down without a fight. Neither would she, and we both struck at the same time.

The room was silent and you could have heard a pin drop, though it might have been strung up in the thick tension that bathed the air. The onlookers watched with wide eyes at an encounter they couldn’t even comprehend.

Emotions and effort flashed across the two different but equally determined faces as they suddenly locked into combat.

I moved back to avoid Elisha’s blow. Her fist grazed my shoulder and I attempted to land a solid blow. I had always used the heel of my palm over my fist, and I felt it make contact with her.

We grappled at each other for a long while. Each continued to bruise the other, but I could feel my defenses weakening. Our faces were red with exertion, and we breathed heavily in unison.

“Katara…” my sister panted as we circled each other.

within her hand when she pounced.

“Breathe your last!” She roared, suddenly charging at me. I just caught a glimpse of the dagger concealed

I attempted to dodge the threat, but the pain was already there as we tumbled to the ground. I could feel blood seeping from my wound.

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I hope, because I copied and pasted this, that it won't freak out.

I also hope you enjoy my cliffhanger. This is the point in the story where you can join me, I suppose!