Something Buggy and I made a long time ago, back when this RP first started. Can you guess which side each of us did?

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Okay. I have decided I do not like first person! I am simply NOT good at it with past tense, especially for dramatic scenes. Thus I am making Part 2 third person, as well adding something from Elisha's perspective.

So I will basically be rewriting it on my kindle for now, but oh well! I just hope I don't loose it all!

Elisha~

She lunged, casting a meaningful glare at her sister. The dagger hit home. Triumph flashed through her frenzied eyes....Nope 

Nevermind. I can't write as two girls in third person right now.

Elisha~

I lunged towards Katara, hatred swelling my black heart. All of my force was put into that single thrust, and I felt it graze her flesh.

Graze.

I missed.

Katara let out a startled yelp as the blade cut her arm. She had just managed to throw me off enough to save the dagger  from penetrating her heaving torso. I could only enjoy the feeling of her flesh for a moment, however. My lunge propelled  me forward and we crashed into each other, tumbling to the hard, cold ground.

Over  and over I played that moment out in my head. What had gone wrong and how I had lost my grip on the dagger as it clattered to the ground nearby.

With my Time short, I recovered as rapidly as possible. Katara writhed underneath me as I pinned her down. I could smell the blood rising from the damage I had inflicted, and darted my gaze over the wound. Hissing in dissatisfaction I blindly reached for the dagger.

She grabbed it first, however, and shoved me off. Realizing my danger, I hurried to my feet. Katara stumbled after me, grasping the dagger within her hands as she lunged forward.

I felt pain.

In an instant she had impaled me on the dagger, holding it there as we silently stared into each others' confused gazes. I wasn't sure what to feel, and I could tell she didn't know either.

The room was silent as my insides twisted in pain and I broke it by letting out a small whimper. Despite her initial confusion, it had seemed to please her thirst.

Waves of pain  pulsed through my paralyzed body. It felt as if everything was leaving at once, and I collapsed to the floor, sliding off the blade. 

The dagger clattered next to me, and I mindlessly pondered why it made such a sound for a blank moment.

"I  didn't expect that...." Weakly muttering, I focused on Katara.

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I feelk like this is really bad for some reason, but it gets the point across!

Katara~ 

I stared. Her crumpled body lay at my feet.

The dagger clattered to the floor, sliding out of my blood-coated hand. Its harsh sound seemed oddly out of place. I followed shortly after, a mournful cry escaping my lips as I kneeled next to my sister, my whole body shaking.

“E-Elisha?” I stuttered, barely able to make my voice work.

“I didn’t expect that…” Her dark eyes slowly turned upon me.

“I...I didn’t either…” I replied, my heart lurching with sorrow as I shook above the falling body of my sister. 

“You were always better than me." She sobbed in pain, though emotion shone through the silent shaking of her shoulders. "I could never best you….I thought I could win…”

“But you did…” I cried, my vision blurring with salty, unwanted tears. She had beaten me. I came here to loose: there was no other option for me. 

“How?” She stared up at me with her dark eyes, filled to the brim with pain.

I let out a heavy sob, and it sounded surprisingly welcome in the sound-abandoned room. The few EVIL agents watching quietly didn't matter. I had no care for what they would do to me. “You caused me so...much...pain…” I admitted, closing my eyes and squeezing out the tears, which began to roll freely down my cheeks. “That was all you ever wanted, right? I’ve gone insane….because of you, and killed so many people…..”

“It was.” Her voice was shaky and even quieter as it became harder for her to focus. Her eyes darted every which way, returning to my face before departing again. “I hated...I hate you,” she managed to growl with such conviction it made my heart stop.

“I’m sorry!” I sobbed, reaching down and placing my hand gently over her wound. She winced at the touch, but refused to remove my hand. “I hurt all of those people!” Tears flowed from my eyes as I tried to catch my breath between choked sobs. “It wasn’t you, Elisha! I murdered and hurt so many people! I left Mason and hurt him too!”

Elisha managed a small smile, placing her hand over mine and clutching it tightly. “Maybe you are truly EVIL then, Katara.”

It couldn't be true.But at the same time I would have bet a million dollars I was.

“No!” I retorted, shaking my head and trying to dry the unwanted tears that hopelessly continued to roll of my cheeks.

She remained silent, staring up at the ceiling. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs, and I could just make out tears forming in her eyes through my frenzied fog.

“No, Elisha!" Everything I had felt before, all of my anger and hatred, had been swept up into a single movement. My world had fallen apart because of it.

My life was behind that dagger as I had thrust it forward. What little humanity I had left was tossed away, and all I had left was regret.

For everything.

But I had dementedly drove the dagger into my deadly sister without a second thought. I was no longer human. I was just as bad as she was.

Her whole goal was to make me feel pain, and now I felt it. I understood what it felt like to have your heart ripped from your body,leaving an empty space. 

“You’re….right….” She coughed, and I leaned forward and tried to muffled my broken sobs, trying to hear her. “I did win.” A gasp escaped her lips, and she gave me one last smile. The broken, evil smile I had seen so many times, but now content.

She had won, but it took her life.

I turned my gaze to the heavens, letting out a death-wrenching cry as her grasp on my hand faded away. As her grasp on life tumbled into nothingness.

I 

There was nothing I could do as emotion swept over my body like a tidal wave of death. My body shook with painful sobs and her pale, evil smile blurred with superfluous tears. 

I cried out my regret.

I cried out my pain.

I cried out to beg for forgiveness.

I cried out for my soul, begging it to come back as my tears swept it away.

But there was nothing I could do to bring it back. To take back each of the actions that had whittled my humanity away. And now I lost it all.

And I couldn’t stop crying. I didn’t care that people were staring at me, and I didn’t notice the other people that had entered the room.

My face contorted with pain as I leaned over her body, wrapping my arms tightly around my waist with each painful sob. My tears wouldn't stop:  Trying to hold them back resulted in even more suffering and agony so I couldn’t help but let them fall onto Elisha’s cold body.

I muttered  incoherently through the whole thing, praying to whoever might be out there to bring her back. I never wanted to kill her.

“She was only sixteen!” I screamed, hitting at the floor between us. “I’m only sixteen! Why is this happening?!” My voice ravaged throughout the room, as I released another uncontrollable wall of sobbing that barely left me room to breath.

She didn’t deserve to die. After all she tried to do to me, it was my fault I let it happen. We were supposed to be sisters, not enemies. It was my fault for turning her against me!

We were enemies,however. She was the owl and had locked me in a hopeless maze. I couldn't see where it was going, but there was only one exit. Loosing. 

I was the one alive: the one weeping. For her death I had sacrificed my very soul and everything that remained of it. The pain I had worked my way through was nothing compared to what it was now. Each sob and tear was like banging against an unstoppable wall, and I buried my head in my hands with an angry scream, leaning over her unmoving body.

I was supposed to die.

"I never wanted to live!!!!"

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:*(

I am sad now.

Peoples....

"Liek if U crie everytiem" 

Admins what do you think? Is it dramatic enough? Sorry if you have to remove anything that says blood. I made sure to cut back though, :D

There you go.

Katara didn't die....

But she lost. 

(I am literally sitting here and staring at the submit buttons like: "Did I just do that."

YAYAYAYYAYAYAYSAYSYYSYSS!!!

KATY- 

Well,I guess the real threat now is Madison and Mason's mom.

Cockleburr, don't apologize. You write wonderfully. And honestly can't imagine Buggy with light blonde hair. But she does have brown eyes.